Take You Home (Martinez Angie)

Yeah The animals are here Yeah, Angie, coolin' Dre Alright, yes sir Here we go, yo, c'mon I got a call from my girls around eight about that Friday spot 'Round 12 hit the highway stop, I need gas Car behind me on my ass, speed pass Turn the radio on that's my joint got me and I need to dance Pull up in the truck and it ain't my man's You screaming, "Hey yo, you don't got a chance Son, you are speaking a language I don't understand Know the dude I hang with, I don't hold his hand" 'Cause, me, I'm free to choose, it's possible to leave with you When we get through, I drive passenger seat for you Let's ride at one I arrive Walked past the line, damn his ass is fine Some guy now we up in the spot Watch, place hot, couple of bottles, champagne popped And that's how we doing it now I'm scheming while the DJ's moving the crowd I was wondering if I could take you home Would ya still love me baby, if I could take you home I was wondering if I could take you home Would ya still love me baby, if I could take you home Alright, it's around 2 a.m., the mood is trend, the club is snug I see him watching, love is love Caught him when I looked up, gave him a glance Promotion chick walked over while I'm shaking her hand I'm looking over her, "Sorry but I'm waiting for this man" Is what I told her, so she could leave No breaking up my plans, no time for talking about shows Or dates that I could host Damn, he walking over to me, they breaking out the jokes My girls laughing, they see me already imagining He whispered in my ear, would I dance with him I answered him He took my hand with him, dancing close I turned around and gave him my back, he passed a smoke He put his hand on my hip, then my stomach, he must want it And I was really just 'bout to leave, his clique fronted Like they don't see that they man 'bout to tell 'em peace And to think I wasn't even gonna go out and see? I was wondering if I could take you home Would ya still love me baby, if I could take you home I was wondering if I could take you home Would ya still love me baby, if I could take you home All I need is my lip gloss, I.D., gum, and I'm straight Especially if it's Envy in bungalow eight We making it hot on the dance floor today But my girls wanna leave 'cause there's nothing to take Nothing to meet, spot dead, nothing to see Then we all agree that we won't leave 'Cause some spots the papi's still come at three That's when I tell the DJ to run that please He dancing behind me, I feel what's under his jeans And I had one too many so I'm under his scheme I mean I'm cool and the gang, the music is playing Think I found what I'm looking for, no purpose in waiting Almost time for breakfast Standing by the coat checkers Looking for my parking lot ticket, that's it And this night just ended, can't say with who What, or where but it'll definitely be remembered I was wondering if I could take you home Would ya still love me baby, if I could take you home I was wondering if I could take you home Would ya still love me baby, if I could take you home Would you be my boyfriend? Would you be my boyfriend? Would you be my boyfriend For tonight? Would you be my boyfriend? Would you be my boyfriend? Would you be my boyfriend For tonight?