Going Home With Me

(albüm: Life In 1472 - 1998)

I'm feeling that 2x, is you wit' me?
I'm the type you see at the bar, fresh, buying it up
And every girl I talk to, yeah I'm trying 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 listening
At the same time, watching how a nigga glistening
Bling! Bling! I'm thinking 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 trying to find somebody
The right kind 'fore the lights come off
Shit, I'm trying to take sumping home

Now if I buy you a drink and you drink it up
Then, uh, you going home with me (and all my niggas say)
And if you talking at a party and we talk too much
Then, uh, we going 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?

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
Telling 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 facing
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 lying, 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 singing the same damn song

Now if I buy you a drink and you drink it up
Then, uh, you going home with me (and all my niggas say)
And if you talking at a party and we talk too much
Then, uh, we going 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?

Now, walk in, I'm the grown man that you figure to trick
But I'm feeling your dress, girl and loving your hips
But I'm bugging 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 holding so obvious wit' it
I get G's to flash, T.V.'s in the dash
See Sinbad, watching Vibe, ladies clocking to ride
Luxury flows, lingerie 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 pimping from Jersey to Richmond
Y'all playas waiting to ball like 6th men
I'm done with the game, point spread by a hundred
Speaking of hundreds, five's is a nice way to slide it, let's ride

Now if I buy you a drink and you drink it up
Then, uh, you going home with me (and all my niggas say)
And if you talking at a party and we talk too much
Then, uh, we going 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?