Foxy Brown F- Blackstreet Get Me Home Lyrics

Get Me Home Lyrics

[Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*)

        Firm biz, what is, Blackstreet

        Na Na, steady rise, peep this out

 (Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight)

 (*gotta get you home*)

 

 

 Verse One:

 

 Hold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox

 Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks

 In the six drop boo and it don't stop

 See money lookin alright, yeah what up Pop

 'Cross the room throwin signals I'm throwin em back

 Flirt-in cause I, digs you like that

 Peep baby boy style, hopin we match

 You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached

 It said, "You look like the type that, know what you like"

 I could tell by the je-wels you go for the ice

 Plus you wear the shoes well, the suits flows nice

 I don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise

 Meet me by the VIP let's pow-pow

 Whisper in my ear like, "Boo let's bounce now"

 I'm 'bout to say peace to my mans for you

 When it's all said and done I got plans for you

 He said (gotta get you home tonight)

 

 Chorus: Blackstreet

 

 Oooooh baby *gotta get you home with me*

 Gotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh)

 Oooooh baby, ohhhh

 Gotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon

 

 Verse Two: Foxy Brown

 

 At the bar high-post, frontin, I toast

 Gettin my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin

 You tryin to say the right words to get us out of here

 Jackpot, what he said, "It's bullshit in here"

 And his smile blind like the shine on his necklace

 Mind tellin me no, body tellin me exit

 Breasts said yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh

 Twist my body like the Excorist, hey

 The way he licked his lips he was mackin

 True thug passion, I'm like, "Slow down before you crashin"

 Never mind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you

 or the way we sex, on the villa up in Malibu

 Marry who?  Daddy please

 I'm takin it all from the stash to the keys

 So let me see, boo I'm bout to dead my mans for you

 When it's all said and done I got plans for you

 He said (oh bay-beeee)

 

 Chorus: Blackstreet

 

 Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life

 Gotta get you home with me tonight

 Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh)

 Ooooooh baby, baby I need you

 Gotta get you home with me tonight

 Right here

 

 Verse Three: Foxy Brown

 

 Grabbed me by the hand and led the way

 Outside of the club talkin to Valet

 Mind started to stray, million miles away

 Contemplatin goin back to his crib to par-lay

 Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet

 As he threw on Blacksteet casually

 And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol

 I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go

 Ta-Ta's perkin, You're Makin Me High

 like Toni, work me, take me I'm hot

 I thought for a second and then my mind went

 Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?

 Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul

 Breathin heavily but still in control

 Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his lef

 With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said

 

 Chorus: Blackstreet

 

 Tonight baby

 Ooooooh baby, c'mon c'mon Foxy c'mon

 Gotta get you home with me tonight

 Whatever you want me to do (uh-oh, uh-oh)

 Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby

 I need it in my life

 Gotta get you home with me tonight

 Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight

 Gotta get you home with me tonight

 *etc.*