[verse 1]
Yeah, f-a, b-o, l-o, u-s
Cmon, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, yeah, yeah, cmon
(if I take you home, will you still be my thug baby)

You gotta love the way this playa be minglin
If you dont tell yo man mama, I aint sayin a thing and
That nigga got you used to the h.n.o. kingsten
Im fuckin limbos, lay on the wingfin
By the way I be blingin, the pay that I bring in
Mind spendin a day with the kingpin?
Answer yo cell, all day it been ringin
Tell that nigga, we on our way out to england
Them hips and tips, the way they be swingin
The way the be jinglin, letz stay til the spring and
Know I thugged you out, the way that you drinkin
And dont be scared cabby, the yay I be slingin
Ma, Im where you wanna be, if not
We can hop in a lid and fly where you wanna be
Yea, you a g, the type that ryde with them cameraz
Instead of the rearviews on the v, I know

[chrous] (lil mo)
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be my thug baby
Because I need one tonight
I wonder if I take you home
Would you still be my thug baby
Because I need one tonight

[verse 2]
Allright, okay...
You just gotta stay patient boo
Ima make sho to take you, where eva you dream a vacation to
You can push the grey station thru
Ima sit in the passanger, and rock playstation 2
How da hell ? ? ? been tweekin out
How you been sneekin out, spent weekends out
Shell be tired of trainin dat month
You probably be fakin like you came and you aint even nut
Miss Ill pipe you til you get a pain in yo gut
The kidll be responsible for changin yo struck
Wherever you hurt, ima rub it down
I be ready to smack it up, flip it in public now
I know how to get you hot, I know how to hit yo spot
If I take you home, I know how to keep you stylin
I know how to keep you smilin if I take you home, lets go

Repeat chorus

[verse 3]
I think its just that ladies ? ? ?
Im in love with my red 6, and got a crush on a navy caddy
I likeem deepcut, bust, with crazy fatties
They be wishin I was just, they baby daddy
Im the one that make it real easy
For you to just dropem like he hot, like he lil weezy
I aint gon never make you feel sleezy
And ima put the roof up on the drop if it feel breezy
I love the way you smerk and giggle, jerk and wiggle
Throw yo legz up while I work the middle
Already told me how you strictly be wittem
Now ima show you so much cash, that youll quickly forgetem
Im young, but know Ill have you in a bungalow
Fillin yo stomach wit cris, yo lungz with dro
Ill have you sprung fa sho
It aint gon be no limit where yo tongue will go, ya heard me?

Repeat chorus with ad libs til fade out