Styles P - Take Me There lyrics

[Verse 1 – The Notorious B.I.G.] Uh Inhale this, clench your fist Then ya, feel the mist through the uterus Can ya, picture this Life without me, wake up you're having bad dreams Cause ya fiend for a toke My crew tote Tocques and mink coats On the cell with the boat What you thought, we get caught and get bailed out? f** the jailhouse, Hennessey on the rocks Is all we got as we sail out, entrepeneurs Cristal pourer, be glad we ain't taking yours Boring huh? I'm warning ya Style waits for no b**h, I dream rich When I f** with scratch and sniff Now I stacks the sh**, and practice it So no b**h can tax the sh**, miraculous So I can relax a bit, and get my dick licked Drugs, baby Haha [Hook/Chorus – Faith Evans] Need a little something that can take me there To a place that I can get away from My feelings so far away Somewhere with my head up in the clouds Suddenly it doesn't feel so loud So far, away, somewhere [Verse 2 – Styles P] I got 'em Ayo, platinum choker, heavy smoker The gun toter, Barrack Obam' supporter Recently Hillary voter Smoking loud way up in the cloud Disappearing in my thoughts Disappearing from courts Yao Ming face, eyes chinky Kush got my breath stinky 50 thousand large shine on my pinky Women lust me, they say I'm too ghetto They can't trust me, my timeline be filled with his b**h He wanna bust me, Mira Mira talk Coca Cola deals, big scales Doing different sh**, Alaska SnapChatting at Wheels Donnie My prognosis is atrocious out the black wraith Fly sh**, never down, I stay with some faith Ahh [Hook/Chorus – Faith Evans] Need a little something that can take me there To a place that I can get away from My feelings so far away Somewhere with my head up in the clouds Suddenly it doesn't feel so loud So far, away, somewhere [Verse 2 – Sheek Louch] Dreamt of Ferraris and Ferragamos Raised on the streets, and married the marijuana Told the joint terminate my thoughts like Sarah Conner But it couldn't, but I smoked with Big, a badge of honor And Faith, what's fate? Light and 8th and I'm straight That's the morning But I'mma need a zip when it's late I used to sit on the crate But now I dip in the seats Of the Cherokee The therapy's a spliff to the face (huh?) I'm from the strain gang and the mean team Cut the lights, turn the beat on, let the pain bang Light the joint, the escape route You heard it from the Ghost But you should it hear it from Faith now [Hook/Chorus – Faith Evans] Need a little something that can take me there To a place that I can get away from My feelings so far away Somewhere with my head up in the clouds Suddenly it doesn't feel so loud So far, away, somewhere [Outro] Ayo Big, we got it We gon' hold baby-girl down, man Ay, ay, ay Talk now baby