Going Home With Me

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Jermaine Dupri
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[jd talking to r.o.c.] [jd] Im feelin that 2x, is you wit me? Im the type you see at the bar, fresh, buyin it up And every girl I talk to, yeah Im tryin to cut I tellem all Im chi chi and its nice to meet ya Real quick, I tell how she got all the right features The jams come on and the glasses get refilled We dance and watch the relations build Now Im all up in her ear and she listenin At the same time, watchin how a nigga glistenin Bling! bling! Im thinkin its bout time to go Get the b out of valet and start the late night show Niggas hate, I know but I dont stop I shine Im in the club every week, same place, same time Same thing on the mind, party! party! So the hell with all that, we tryin to find somebody The right kind fore the lights come off Shit, Im tryin to take sumpin home [chorus] Now if I buy you a drink and you drink it up Then, uh, you goin home with me (and all my niggas say) And if you talkin at a party and we talk too much Then, uh, we goin home with me Now if you came with a friend that dont wanna do my man Then you need to give her your keys Tell her to call you tomorrow or give you a beep Cause tonight, you going home with me, ya heard? [jd] Now, is it because my names jermaine? no Its all about how I kick my game, you know? I just flow with it, spend a little dough with it Entertain, before you know, Im in your brain doing my thang Tellin you how good you smell Send you up for a drop top cruise through the a-t-l Now when they tipsy, its risky, you dont know what you facin Fuck around and end up like anthony mason So I letem know a few things before we leave Like, "its true, I tapes damn near everything" So dont even think about lyin, baby Or try baby, to set me up for rape cause its all on tape Where you said put the cake How you fed me the grapes What I did with the ice that made you shake, shake Now when the nights over and the girl is gone Im back up in the club singin the same damn song [chorus] Now, walk in, Im the grown man that you figure to trick But Im feelin your dress, girl and lovin your hips But Im buggin off this, "why you stuck on the wrist? " Golddigger, huh, mommy? oh, you aint that bitch? Aint that some shit? suddenly, you hugs and kisses Gotta be the dough you holdin so obvious wit it I get gs to flash, t.v.s in the dash See sinbad, watchin vibe, ladies clockin to ride Luxury flows, lengerie hoes, r.o.c. hitem mo than jose conseco Uh, rbis, orange top fly, the brown skin, slim The nice braids, brown eyes R.o.c.s stay pimpin from jersey to richmond Yall playas waitin to ball like 6th men Im done with the game, point spread by a hundred Speakin of hundreds, fives is a nice way to slide it, lets ride [chorus]

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