Can I Take You Home? Video (MV)

Dress red velvet in the club
Long gold hair, belvedere in the cup
She twirls round the floor so lovely
And I just watch and wonder would she love me
But she loves him and he don't love her
He ain't in it for the love, he wanna be her lover
With a lover on the side, pimpin' that white girl
But could you take my hand, I could make you feel right girl
But, she got it bad for his tab
Wanna cruise downtown in a drop top jag
Put the whole mall in Dooney Burke bag
But I could give you something that you never had
So, (let me get one night) Cinderella
Just pen in ya tele wit the pen I'm Teller
A magician wit the flow, D. Blaine acapella
I'ma beast wit a beat, I'm just looking for a Bella

I wonder could I take you home
To my home
You can feel me on this microphone
When you're alone
And I wonder could I take you home
To my home
You can feel me on this microphone
When you're alone
And I wonder could I take you home

So tell me if I can, take ya hand, if I ain't the man
And my pockets ain't packed wit a hundred grand
And I didn't skip the whole line
And everybody in this club didn't know my rhymes
Or, or my name, if I was just plain
If rap is my vessel, would you board my plane?
If it don't fly and we ain't fly
And all I got'll make you feel it inside
If I don't stay inside the confines of rap lines
Will she take the time just to grasp mine?
If I never sell out
If I ain't your type, if my image ain't right
If I don't have a dance, could I dance on a date
If I never moved weight, but my words have weight
If I could be great off the truth boo
Then we can make reservations in a booth for two

I wonder could I take you home
To my home
You can feel me on this microphone
When you're alone
And I wonder could I take you home
To my home
You can feel me on this microphone
When you're alone
And I wonder could I take you home

I put the time in this text, but you say unless
I ain't got soul, we ain't gon mesh
But I will not promote no violence
To get you in a room where it's silent
No I want you, but that ain't what I need
I just need Jimmy Buffet and a bucket and a breeze
And I could write a verse that could give you the willies
So call Oscar and Emmy and tell 'em that you feel me
Or feel my art
Your boyfriend's just sitting in the dark
With no spark, no creativity
The same old stuff, "I'm the man" and negativity
So get out of captivity
And find a good man, we deserve activity
It's bigger than me, right now, or my bed
Cause I've heard rumors that they want you dead
Cause you reject the deserving
But I don't believe in deserting
Cause you and him ain't workin'
And you got to see me lurkin'
So take my hands through the flames
And you never told me your name
And she say her name's Tammy
Or did she say Grammy?