Kidnap U Lyrics - Yukmouth

[Yukmouth] 

Hey girl what you doin? (Wooooooh) 

You busy? (ooohhh) 

Well let a nigga 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 nigga used to scoop her at the boxer 

Take her for shrimp and lobster (uh-huh) 

Rock her wrists out but bitch he ain't a mobster 

Yukmouth your best friend your lover and your father 

The baller, I'll be the first to fuck you in the prowler (that's right) 

Huh, I ain't gon call ya like them niggaz that jock ya 

Bitch I ain't gon follow ya like niggaz 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 fuckin' 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 fuck a nigga on the fluke 

And them jewels make them bitches pop that coochie 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 nigga 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 fianc 

Need to cherish you; you got an ass 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, Mac makeup and Marc 

Jacob 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 jew-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 shit out-a bitch 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 niggaz is a no no 

I can't stand you hobo's 

So step it the fuck up if your doe low 

Your hoe, your bitch, your wife, your fianc 

Need to cherish you you got more wifes than libera chi 

So let's pretend like we both got nobody 

Let's hop in the Ferrari and jump start this party 

[Hook]