Take you home

[verse 1] I got a call from my girls around eight about that Friday spot Round 12 hit the highway stop, I need gas Car behind me on my ass, speed pass Turn the radio on that's my joint got me and I need to dance Pull up in the truck and it ain't my man's You screaming "hey yo", you don't got a chance Son, you are speaking a language I don't understand Know the dude I hang with, I don't hold his hand Cause, me, I'm free to choose It's possible to leave with you When we get through, I drive passenger seat for you Let's ride At one I arrive Walked past the line Damn his ass is fine Some guy now we up in the spot Watch Place hot Couple of bottles champagne popped And that's how we doing it now I'm scheming while the DJ's moving the crowd