Nyce - Kidnap U lyrics

(feat. Nyce & Who'z Who) (Yukmouth) Hey girl what you doin? (Wooooooh) You busy? (ooohhh) Well let a n***a come kidnap you, ya dig?" (ohhhh) Scoop you up take you on a lil' adventure, ya dig? (Yeaaaaaaaaaah) Aiight I'm commin round (Verse 1 – Yukmouth) She said her n***a used to scoop her at the boxer Take her for shrimp and lobster (uh-huh) Rock her wrists out but b**h he ain't a mobster Yukmouth your best friend your lover and your father The baller, I'll be the first to f** you in the prowler (that's right) Huh, I ain't gon call ya like them n***as that jock ya b**h I ain't gon follow ya like n***as that stalk ya (uh-huh) Huh, I give ya space, call me up just to rock ya Knock ya boots break ya off proper Get loose ya head doctor Let me kidnap you, hold you for ransom No holdin' hands or romancin' just f**in' to this anthem Poppin champagne bottles and then some I'm a boss like Tony Dense and money make me handsome The coup make them wanna f** a n***a on the fluke And them j**els make them b**hes pop that Gucci like glue So what you wan do? Barbeque a meal do? I'll wheel through; steal you for a night, what's the deal boo? (Whooo oh oh) (Hook – Who's Who) Let me take you away to ecstasy (Baby) Baby done where you wanna be (ooh yeah) Let me kidnap you Let me kidnap you tonite (c'mon baby) Do everything you wanna do (c'mon baby whatever you want) I jus wanna spend the nite with you (baby) Let me kidnap you (yeaah) Let me kidnap you tonite (ooohhh) (Verse 2 – Yukmouth) She said her n***a used to take her to the tropics All of the diamonds flawless Prada boots he copped it, Gucci shoes he copped it Now, switch the topic You like the chronic or that hypnotic or ex pills, let's get it poppin' I have you dancing topless don't stop it Dropping of that chronic, hypnotic its only logic I put it deep in ya stomach and make you run from it, cum from it The pun ani get crushed like pun done it Ya man, ya husband, ya dude, ya fiancé Need to cherish you; you got an a** like Beyonce A face like Mya a body like Free Tits like the queen bee with tattoos like eve, Bo! Your man a geek he borin' out, tourin' out Scoop you up at 3 in the morning ridin something foreign And get ya wetter than rain wen its pourin' I bang, bang, bang till six in the mornin'! (Hook) (Verse 3 – Nyce) Well it's the heartbreaker, Mack makeup and mark Jake up at the large paper and spill ya pockets for me boss player (???) I make em floss now make em think they'll toss later Take me shoppin' for j**-ells and minx in Las Vegas I cause paper Nyce-tee ain't a bimbo I drive the Benzo the back seat is where ya friends go Pedal to the metal in Gucci stilettos I will punch the sh** out-a b**h I'm still ghetto 22 inch mo mo's them other hoes is so so Me nolo trim's Louie bag colourful logo's Hah, federal n***as is a no no I can't stand you hobo's So step it the f** up if your doe low Your hoe, your b**h, your wife, your fiancé Need to cherish you you got more whites than libera chi So let's pretend like we both got nobody Let's hop in the Ferrari and jump start this party (Hook)