Jay-z - Take You Home With Me a.k.a. Body lyrics

Uh, uhh uhh, Kel's Young, M, X, tra, money, let's go [Chorus: x2] Girl you know you got a body-adi-adi (do you like it?) Where you get your little body-adi-adi (do you want it?) Girl I wanna freak your body-adi-adi (what you want it?) I just wanna take you home with me She get it from her momma You can't tie a sweater over that a**, or hide it in pajamas We lay back, blowin' ganja DVD, she make it hard to watch a flat TV, whoa I crept up behind her Mami threw it like a quarterback, I caught that like Rice I call mami Montana, bandana Tied her hands up, this is gangsta love Threw on a rap CD, we gangsta f**ed This ain't R&B smooth, I ain't a R&B dude Poured a gla** of Army, got mama in the mood Then she stripped for me like the "Moulin Rouge" I think I might wife her Y'know, powder blue Roc-a-Wear suit, white Nike her Add mami to the cypher R.O.C. for life cuz, the gang motherf**er [Chorus] I make ya hotter than the next b**h, no need For you to ever sweat the next b**h, with speed I make the next b**h see the exit, indeed Gotta know you're ver-ily respected, by me You get the keys to the Lexus, but no drive You get your own 2002, she through ridin' Keep yo' a** tighter than Versace That's why you gotta watch yo' friends You gotta watch me, they connivin' sh** See I just wanna freak your body-adi-adi I know you don't do this for everybody-adi But everybody ain't as horny as me And your body's, callin', me [Chorus] Uhh, yeah Mami shot through the pad with the Mark Jacobs bag The thick stitched seam and her favorite a** jeans Y'all know the first date wearers To make objects bigger than they appear like a rear view mirror Oh her shoe game is real She gave 'em the Christian Libountins(?) with the four inch heels But honestly my favorite type of gear Is a scrungy for her hair and LaPearla underwear, clear? Girl I hear you callin', let's stop stallin' Do what we came to do Girl I hear you callin', let's stop stallin' Baby I want you, yeah [Chorus]