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Terror Squad - Take Me Home ft. Fat Joe, Dre, Armageddon, Remy Ma
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dre
Dre
Vocals
STREETRUNNER
STREETRUNNER
Programming
Dave Cabrera
Dave Cabrera
Guitar
Armageddon
Armageddon
Vocals
Cool
Cool
Keyboards
Fat Joe
Fat Joe
Vocals
Remy Ma
Remy Ma
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Cartagena
Joseph Cartagena
Songwriter
Robert Smith
Robert Smith
Composer
Marcello Valenzano
Marcello Valenzano
Songwriter
Andre Lyon
Andre Lyon
Songwriter
Brenda Russell
Brenda Russell
Songwriter
John Eaddy III
John Eaddy III
Songwriter
Nicholas M. Warwar
Nicholas M. Warwar
Songwriter
Reminisce Smith
Reminisce Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dre
Dre
Producer
STREETRUNNER
STREETRUNNER
Producer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Christian Delatour aka Soundboy
Christian Delatour aka Soundboy
Recording Engineer
Cool
Cool
Producer
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
She want to take me home, lay me up inside her home
She want to turn me on, breakfast in the mornin'
She said, (Daddy let me take ya home, papi let me take ya home)
And I said, mami you can take me home if you let the whole crew get on (Bitch)
[Verse 2]
I got this chick from Cali, profilin', she's whilin'
She's gangsta, she knows that she's got it like that
We was drivin on Crenshaw and cruisin for food
When she pulled up beside me sat off in the lap
And I said, damn girl you actin like you don't know, never seen me before
Never see the cribs on MTV video? what you think TS stand for?
She said, (Terrific Sex), yeah that's who and the diamonds is no vitar
Used to be a broke **** from the BX
Now I'm rich got the world screamin Terror Squad
Think about it now, everywhere we go, every other city we tour, they never say no
Seems like every other night I got a different chick beggin me
(Let me take you home)
[Verse 3]
She want to take me home, lay me up inside her home
She want to turn me on, breakfast in the mornin'
She said, (Daddy let me take ya home, papi let me take ya home)
And I said, mami you can take me home if you let the whole crew get on (Bitch)
[Verse 4]
I was up in the club right as I'm Remy in my cup right
And that's when I peeped him
He was lookin so fresh and so cleaned up
From the fitted down to his sneakers
I really do mean this I ain't never seen this
There was some people standin in between us
I had to go over there so I could meet him
I had him pimped up in the cut near the speakers
If he got a girl I know she's heated 'cause right now I'm all he needin
If he, crush me then trust me it's a guarantee that he's not leavin
Told me he heard of me but don't know me and I liked him for some reason
Invited him to my place, sat on his face and I ain't got a man so it ain't cheatin
Think about it now, I don't gotta stress
I don't never really gotta press, they always say yes
It seems like every other night I got a different **** beggin me
(Let me take you home)
[Verse 5]
She want to take me home, lay me up inside her home
She want to turn me on, breakfast in the mornin'
She said, (Daddy let me take ya home, papi let me take ya home)
And I said, mami you can take me home if you let the whole crew get on (Bitch)
[Verse 6]
You's a big girl, eat it up
Now tell ya friend to hold your hair while you eatin' up
A little hot, little drunk, little weeded up
We in the truck and freakin off while the speakers bump
I'm steady speedin up swervin the bumps
I'm trynna fuck but I ain't trynna fuck the 23's up
So I ease up, drunk and focused
Trynna watch the road but yo the back seats heatin up
And so I'm keepin' them, wish you could see them
I know you hear them breathin like you been possessed by a demon
I know you heated, wish you was here but, gotta go now have a good evening
Hang up the phone now, have a good weekend
Shorty just called the boat the front seat
And I think she's about to go down for a season
I know the horn ain't beep for no reason
3 in the mornin and actin indecent
She so horny damn this shit seems like
Every other night I got a group of chicks beggin me
(Let me take you home)
[Verse 7]
She want to take me home, lay me up inside her home
She want to turn me on, breakfast in the mornin'
She said, (Daddy let me take ya home, papi let me take ya home)
And I said, mami you can take me home if you let the whole crew get on (Bitch)
She want to take me home, lay me up inside her home
She want to turn me on, breakfast in the mornin'
She said, (Daddy let me take ya home, papi let me take ya home)
And I said, mami you can take me home if you let the whole crew get on (Bitch)
Written by: Andre Lyon, Brenda Russell, J. Eaddy, John E. Iii Eaddy, Joseph Cartagena, Marcello Valenzano, N. Warwar, Remy Kioni Smith, Robert Smith
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