Kardinal Offishall and T-Pain - Go Home with You

(Konvict)

Chyeah
And let the choir sing
Still got a couple seconds left, you nah mean?
See your ass on the dance floor

Aye yo, they call me Kardi
F your Ferrari
Niggas scream, whenever they see me in the party
Everything's official you ain't gotta ask
You think you will have the time? (Jah know)
You need a late pass
Gyal dem sippin' on a bottle to the head
And I ain't sayin' much you could be one of the feds
We stay connected, above the clouds
We don't talk much but the movement speak loud, nigga
Gotta respect that, there's no choice
I'm Mr. Agua, watch ya daughter get moist (aye, aye)
Girlfriend come and kick it with the crew
She my late night friend, but yo

I wanna go home with you
I wanna go home with you
I wanna go home with you (now let the choir sing)
I wanna go home with you

Aha ha, and we get back at 'em

Aye yo
They call me Kardi, Mr. Gasoline
World turn to (fire)
When they see me steppin' on the scene
And we don't buy it unless we got it ten times
This real life, we ain't just say it in the rhymes man
Guaranteed if you're a poser you lose
And we the future, let's hear it for the brand new fusion
Anybody can get it, there is no exclusion
'Nuff questions, leading to the same conclusion
Gangsters are gangsters
Nigga be you who be
Dem a bod mon, but dem still nah bad like a we
I never chase 'em
I let 'em choose
At the end of the night they say

I wanna go home with you
I wanna go home with you
I wanna go home with you (now let the choir sing)
I wanna go home with you

And the world sing
And the world sing
And the whole wide world sing
And the world sing

Lemme talk for a second
Third verse

Aye yo
They call me Kardi, Mr. Evolution
Now you can dance while you thinkin' 'bout the revolution
And while you vex having delusions of persecution
I'ma stay flawless, an instrument of execution
Out of many still grows one people
Justice and no re-tours still remain unequal
And I'm a diamond in the dirt
And there is no sequel
Many try but they cannot replicate what we do
(Let 'em know)
Hear evil, speak that evil
Speak good to the hood, there is no retrieval
Think about while you sippin' on your chew
If my words could talk they'd say

I wanna go home with you
I wanna go home with you
I wanna go home with you (now let the choir sing)
I wanna go home with you

Now let the choir sing
Now let the choir sing

Black Jays

Written by:
Faheem Rasheed Najm, Jason D. Harrow, Andrew Joel Thompson

Publisher:
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group

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