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Jermaine Dupri - Going Home With Me (Feat. Keith Sweat & R.O.C.)

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(feat. 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]