Jermaine Dupri - Going Home With Me текст песни

[jd talking to r.o.c.]

[jd]

Im feelin that 2x, is you wit me?

Im the type you see at the bar, fresh, buyin it up

And every girl I talk to, yeah Im tryin to cut

I tellem all Im chi chi and its 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 Im all up in her ear and she listenin

At the same time, watchin how a nigga glistenin

Bling! bling! Im thinkin its bout time to go

Get the b out of valet and start the late night show

Niggas hate, I know but I dont stop I shine

Im 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, Im 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 dont 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 names jermaine? no

Its all about how I kick my game, you know?

I just flow with it, spend a little dough with it

Entertain, before you know, Im 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, its risky, you dont know what you facin

Fuck around and end up like anthony mason

So I letem know a few things before we leave

Like, "its true, I tapes damn near everything"

So dont even think about lyin, baby

Or try baby, to set me up for rape cause its 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 nights over and the girl is gone

Im back up in the club singin the same damn song

[chorus]

Now, walk in, Im the grown man that you figure to trick

But Im feelin your dress, girl and lovin your hips

But Im buggin off this, "why you stuck on the wrist? "

Golddigger, huh, mommy? oh, you aint that bitch?

Aint that some shit? suddenly, you hugs and kisses

Gotta be the dough you holdin so obvious wit it

I get gs to flash, t.v.s in the dash

See sinbad, watchin vibe, ladies clockin to ride

Luxury flows, lengerie hoes, r.o.c. hitem mo than jose conseco

Uh, rbis, orange top fly, the brown skin, slim

The nice braids, brown eyes

R.o.c.s stay pimpin from jersey to richmond

Yall playas waitin to ball like 6th men

Im done with the game, point spread by a hundred

Speakin of hundreds, fives is a nice way to slide it, lets ride

[chorus]