Discover the poetic beauty in ‘To the Crib’ by 112. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 112 or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Me and 112 we off in the club
Representing A-T-L in the club
Hollaing at every girl off in the club
Shorty gonna be with me when I dip from the club
Can you handle my stick for me?
Keep it movin’ while you kissin’ on me
Girl, you’re makin’ me so ready
When we hit the door, put it on me
We can bounce from the club, back to my car, to my crib we go
Skip the couch, head up the stairs, to my room we go
Go, oh, oh, my room we go
Go, come on, my room we go
What you really wanna do tonight
‘Cause it’s way too hot in the club tonight?
We can start it in the parking lot
‘Cause it’s all about you, tell me what you like, come on
Can you handle my stick for me?
Keep it movin’ while you kissin’ on me
Girl, you’re makin’ me so ready
When we hit the door, put it on me
We can bounce from the club, back to my car, to my crib we go
Skip the couch, head up the stairs, to my room we go
Go, oh, oh, my room we go
Go, come on, my room we go
We can bounce from the club, back to my car, to my crib we go
Skip the couch, head up the stairs, to my room we go
Go, oh, oh, my room we go
Go, come on, my room we go
When we get to your room, tell me what you gonna do?
I’ve gotta turn you on, so tell me what you gonna do?
Stop talkin’, wastin’ time, tell me what you gonna do?
My drop tops in the parking lot, so tell me what you gonna do?
We can bounce from the club, back to my car, to my crib we go
Skip the couch, head up the stairs, to my room we go
Go, oh, my room we go
Go, come on, my room we go
We can bounce from the club, back to my car, to my crib we go
Skip the couch, head up the stairs, to my room we go
Go, oh, oh, my room we go
Go, come on, my room we go
112 is rocking this
Q, Mike, Slim, Daron
112 is rocking this
112 is untouchable
Guess, who’s back?
Ain’t nobody touching us