Dupri Jermaine Going Home With Me Lyrics

Going Home With Me Lyrics

[JD talking to R.O.C.]
[JD]
I'm feelin' that 2x, is you wit' me?
I'm
the type you see at the bar, fresh, buyin' it up
And every girl I talk to,
yeah I'm tryin' to cut
I tell'em all I'm Chi Chi and it's 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
I'm all up in her ear and she listenin'
At the same time, watchin' how a
nigga glistenin'
BLING! BLING! I'm thinkin' it's bout time to go
Get the
B out of valet and start the late night show
Niggas hate, I know but I don't
stop I shine
I'm 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, I'm 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 don't 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 name's Jermaine? no
It's all about how I kick my game, you
know?
I just flow with it, spend a little dough with it
Entertain, before
you know, I'm 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, it's risky, you don't know what you facin'
Fuck around and end up
like Anthony Mason
So I let'em know a few things before we leave
Like,
"it's true, I tapes damn near everything"
So don't even think about lyin',
baby
Or try baby, to set me up for rape cause it's 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 night's over and the girl is gone
I'm
back up in the club singin' the same damn song
[Chorus]
Now, walk in, I'm
the grown man that you figure to trick
But I'm feelin' your dress, girl and
lovin' your hips
But I'm buggin' off this, "Why you stuck on the
wrist?"
Golddigger, huh, mommy? Oh, you ain't that bitch?
Ain't that some
shit? Suddenly, you hugs and kisses
Gotta be the dough you holdin' so obvious
wit' it
I get G's to flash, T.V.'s in the dash
See Sinbad, watchin' Vibe,
ladies clockin' to ride
Luxury flows, lengerie hoes, R.O.C. hit'em mo' than
Jose Conseco
Uh, RBI's, orange top fly, the brown skin, slim
The nice
braids, brown eyes
R.O.C.'s stay pimpin' from Jersey to Richmond
Y'all
playas waitin' to ball like 6th men
I'm done with the game, point spread by
a hundred
Speakin' of hundreds, five's is a nice way to slide it, let's
ride
[Chorus]