C.L. Smooth - Take You There lyrics

[Verse 1: C.L. Smooth] Never judge a book by the cover Discover the soul brother with the Mecca don Working brunette to blonde How many Edison con when I respond in full black With us having the vernon villains back-to-back Amazing grace when I face the great paper chase For real it's long overdue So I don't wanna talk to you I stroke the hell out of mademoiselle who insisted Every night, she get her back twisted in the unlisted I'm living through my son so daddy see it this way I want him in the NFL, his brother in the NBA No doubt I'm with a piece, down in mecca, all crazy To the late Eve, none of this is make-believe I breathe some of the most powerful lyrics of our century Battle physically, conquer mentally Essentially, you're dealing with a Mecca affair So anywhere you wanna go y'know, I'll take you there [Hook] C.L, whatcha gonna do You know, you can make me, boo Over, over again Come on and take me there [Verse 2: C.L. Smooth] Control now so in the future see me calling the shots From larger plots to cash to mini-bikes and open mics I'm blowing up spots for knots in the millennium years And now I drop it on my peers, brings tears and fears And now the question manifest in my only My soldiers wear Versace or the army fatigue That brings a world of intrigue and glamour to my arsenal Of gods, pimps to players and layers of decepticons My whole mind-state gravitate to weapon Making people in the business get a misconception It ain't hard to the core, it ain't s** on the beach It's just another plateau the brothers have to reach Emphatic with non-cypher, then we were broke and misguided Try to gas me like Hitler once we get divided No question, you're dealing with a Mecca affair So anywhere you wanna go, I'll take you there [Hook] [Verse 3: C.L. Smooth] Set it so I can make em all respect my fame When brothers try to count all my chips in the game Now let me civilize your foolish acts of gunplay The plan of a stick man, the price in how to get away Chose for negroes, the most hypnotical flows On the planet, another East Coast track rose, goddammit My theme, to mainstream's the knocker Only time I get writer's block is when my lucci's on lock Pretty much I'm coming through in the clutch see My thought is a bombshell, built to only propel Or is it just my style of hustle making a mark To rumble the playgrounds with more danger than Jura**ic Park It was dark, when I brought it to the light, for spite My staff's got me taking nothing but champagne baths Now the aftermath's dealing with a Mecca affair So anywhere you wanna go, I'll take you there [Hook]