Going Home With Me

JERMAINE DUPRI

featuring Keith Sweat R.O.C.




[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]