Take You Home With Me (A.K.A. Body)
R. Kelly · The Best of Both Worlds (with Jay-Z) [2002]
Uh
Uh-uh
Kel'
Young
Girl, you know you got body-ody-ody
Where you get your little body-ody-ody
I just wanna freak your body-ody-ody
I just wanna take you home with me
Girl, you know you got body-ody-ody
Where you get your little body-ody-ody
I just wanna freak your body-ody-ody
I just wanna take you home
She get it from here mama
You can't tie a sweater over that a** or hide it in
pajamas
We laid back blowin' ganja
DVD, she make it hard to watch a flat TV
(Hov') I crept up behind her
Mami threw it like a quarterback, I caught that like
Rice
I call mami Montana, bandana, tied her hands up
This is gangster love
You want a rap CD, we gangster f***
This ain't R&B school, I ain't a R&B dude
Poured a glass of Armi, got mami in the mood
Then she stripped for me like the Moulin Rouge
I think I might wife her
You know powder blue Roc-A-Wear suite, white Nik her
Add mami to the cipher
R-O-C 4 life her, the game motherf***er
Girl, you know you got body-ody-ody
Where you get your little body-ody-ody
I just wanna freak your body-ody-ody
I just wanna take you home with me
Girl, you know you got body-ody-ody
Where you get your little body-ody-ody
I just wanna freak your body-ody-ody
I just wanna take you home
Uh-huh, I'll make you hotter than the next b****
No need for you to ever sweat the next b****
With speed I'll make the next b**** see the exit,
indeed
Gotta know you're thoroughly respected, by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, but no drive
You get your own 2002, shoot the ride
Keep your a** tight on Versace
That's why you gotta watch your friends, you gotta
watch me
They connive and sh*t
See, I just wanna freak your body-ody-ody
I know you don't do this for everybody-ody-ody
But everybody ain't as h**** as me
And your body's callin' me
See, you know you got body-ody-ody
Where you get your little body-ody-ody
I just wanna freak your body-ody-ody
I just wanna take you (Said your body's callin' me)
See, you know you got body-ody-ody (Oh, yeah)
Where you get your little body-ody-ody (Somebody's
callin' me)
I just wanna freak your body-ody-ody
I just wanna take you
Girl, I hear you callin', let's stop stallin'
Do what we came to do
Girl, I hear you callin', let's stop stallin'
Baby, I want you
Girl, you know you got body-ody-ody
Where you get your little body-ody-ody
I just wanna freak your body-ody-ody
I just wanna take you home with me
Girl, you know you got body-ody-ody
Where you get your little body-ody-ody
I just wanna freak your body-ody-ody
I just wanna take you home with me
Uh-uh
Kel'
Young
Girl, you know you got body-ody-ody
Where you get your little body-ody-ody
I just wanna freak your body-ody-ody
I just wanna take you home with me
Girl, you know you got body-ody-ody
Where you get your little body-ody-ody
I just wanna freak your body-ody-ody
I just wanna take you home
She get it from here mama
You can't tie a sweater over that a** or hide it in
pajamas
We laid back blowin' ganja
DVD, she make it hard to watch a flat TV
(Hov') I crept up behind her
Mami threw it like a quarterback, I caught that like
Rice
I call mami Montana, bandana, tied her hands up
This is gangster love
You want a rap CD, we gangster f***
This ain't R&B school, I ain't a R&B dude
Poured a glass of Armi, got mami in the mood
Then she stripped for me like the Moulin Rouge
I think I might wife her
You know powder blue Roc-A-Wear suite, white Nik her
Add mami to the cipher
R-O-C 4 life her, the game motherf***er
Girl, you know you got body-ody-ody
Where you get your little body-ody-ody
I just wanna freak your body-ody-ody
I just wanna take you home with me
Girl, you know you got body-ody-ody
Where you get your little body-ody-ody
I just wanna freak your body-ody-ody
I just wanna take you home
Uh-huh, I'll make you hotter than the next b****
No need for you to ever sweat the next b****
With speed I'll make the next b**** see the exit,
indeed
Gotta know you're thoroughly respected, by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, but no drive
You get your own 2002, shoot the ride
Keep your a** tight on Versace
That's why you gotta watch your friends, you gotta
watch me
They connive and sh*t
See, I just wanna freak your body-ody-ody
I know you don't do this for everybody-ody-ody
But everybody ain't as h**** as me
And your body's callin' me
See, you know you got body-ody-ody
Where you get your little body-ody-ody
I just wanna freak your body-ody-ody
I just wanna take you (Said your body's callin' me)
See, you know you got body-ody-ody (Oh, yeah)
Where you get your little body-ody-ody (Somebody's
callin' me)
I just wanna freak your body-ody-ody
I just wanna take you
Girl, I hear you callin', let's stop stallin'
Do what we came to do
Girl, I hear you callin', let's stop stallin'
Baby, I want you
Girl, you know you got body-ody-ody
Where you get your little body-ody-ody
I just wanna freak your body-ody-ody
I just wanna take you home with me
Girl, you know you got body-ody-ody
Where you get your little body-ody-ody
I just wanna freak your body-ody-ody
I just wanna take you home with me
Take You Home With Me (A.K.A. Body)
This R. Kelly track, featured on his 2002 collaborative album with Jay-Z, exemplifies the R&B and hip-hop fusion that defined the early 2000s. The recording showcases Kelly's signature vocal style, blending smooth melodic lines with rhythmic delivery characteristic of his work during this era. As part of a project designed to highlight both artists' talents, the song reflects the smooth, soulful aesthetic common in Kelly's discography from the early 2000s. It stands as a testament to his ability to craft emotive, radio-friendly tracks that bridged the gap between traditional R&B and contemporary hip-hop influences prevalent at the time.