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| Trick Daddy - Take It To Da House Yes, uh, Slip-N-Slide Records, Uh, finna take it to da house, Just get on up and get down, Callin’ my peoples all across the world, This song goes out to all the boys and girls, You want them thugs to come and turn your party out, You better take it to da house, come on now, Slip-N-Slide get loose, Mo’ punch than a bowl of juice, And ain’t nobody mo’ jiggier then us, Stuff so rough it causes head rush like what, Give it to me, bring it here, Don’t stop, girl, shake it here, shake it there, Let Money Mark get off in your derriere, We off the chain for the whole year, So if you look good with a big ol’ butt, Live in your own crib and make your own bucks, Hit me up, Tre dot com, And tell me where you from, uh, Smoked out, choked out, we get, Off the chain like we just broke out, You don’t know ‘bout me J dot, When I come though all the haters get hot, ‘Cause I got mo’ hoes, mo’ dank, Mo’ cheese in the bank, mo’ rank, My dawgs on dubs, yours ain’t, My dawgs do whatever, yours can’t, ‘Cause we them niggas that’s gon’ make you, Get up out your seat and get down, (Chorus) We don’t play, we take it to da house, M-I-A, take it to da house, This the way we take it to da house, Take it to da house, take it to da house, 3-0-5, take it to da house, Boy, we gots that fire, take it to da house , Slip-N-Slide, take it to da house, Take it to da house, take it to da house, Okay, play with it, yo’, it ain’t no stoppin’ it, S-N-S and we rock-rock-rockin’ it, We gon’ lock it and do our thang, ‘Cause my Dream Team takin’ all the rings, I got Tre who beatin’ much guts, And uh, Deuce Pop pimpin’ news, non-stop and, Lost Tribe to my side just vibin’, And J.V. gon’ ball with me, T double D, he off in that ‘Xcursion, Swervin’ all them curves with a virgin, And I’m Trina, you heard my name, I’m still the baddest, ain’t a damn thing changed, Now it’s time to get down with your boy, C-O, It’s me qnd Money Mark in the big freak show, Niggas recognize, hoes do too, When I creep through the room with the Slip-N-Slide crew, Gimme room ‘cause I’m buck wild, man, I’ll get you crunk, get you loose in the sand, Tre and we’re runnin’ it still, Funk Boogie, spin the wheel, ‘Cause we them niggas that’s gon’ make you, Get up out your seat and get down, Repeat Chorus Well, order two mo’ bottles of Crissy Cris’, And get drunk pissy while you listen to this, All you rookie ass niggas don’t try the shit, Some busta ass niggas can’t buy a hit, Gimme a break and a beat I can vibe with, A Nick Quest video and a fine bitch, ‘Bout 55 spins and a mic check, And yo’, play my shit, I never had sex that costed, I fuck so much I’m exhausted, And this new shit I’m flossin’, I got dat ‘cause I ran with the Dolphins, huh, Slip-N-Slide’s finna take it to da house, New hot shit for you to ride out, And for the niggas that tried there’s nothin’ left, Your hoe must think we somethin’ else, Fuck fame, we out to get paid, Born and raised in the County of Dade, ‘Cause we them niggas that’s gon’ make you, Get up out your seat and get down, Repeat Chorus Take it to da house, (3x) Take it to da, (get down) Take it to da house, (4x) Take it to da, (get down) Take it to da house, (3x) Take it to da, (get down) Take it to da house, (3x) |
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