Jermaine Dupri F Keith Sweat Roc 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