Текст песни Jermaine Dupri - Going Home With Me
Jermaine Dupri - Going Home With Me слова 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 upAnd every girl I talk to, yeah Im tryin to cutI tellem all Im chi chi and its nice to meet yaReal quick, I tell how she got all the right featuresThe jams come on and the glasses get refilledWe dance and watch the relations buildNow Im all up in her ear and she listeninAt the same time, watchin how a nigga glisteninBling! bling! Im thinkin its bout time to goGet the b out of valet and start the late night showNiggas hate, I know but I dont stop I shineIm in the club every week, same place, same timeSame thing on the mind, party! party!So the hell with all that, we tryin to find somebodyThe right kind fore the lights come offShit, Im tryin to take sumpin home[chorus]Now if I buy you a drink and you drink it upThen, uh, you goin home with me (and all my niggas say)And if you talkin at a party and we talk too muchThen, uh, we goin home with meNow if you came with a friend that dont wanna do my manThen you need to give her your keysTell her to call you tomorrow or give you a beepCause tonight, you going home with me, ya heard? [jd]Now, is it because my names jermaine? noIts all about how I kick my game, you know? I just flow with it, spend a little dough with itEntertain, before you know, Im in your brain doing my thangTellin you how good you smellSend you up for a drop top cruise through the a-t-lNow when they tipsy, its risky, you dont know what you facinFuck around and end up like anthony masonSo I letem know a few things before we leaveLike, "its true, I tapes damn near everything"So dont even think about lyin, babyOr try baby, to set me up for rape cause its all on tapeWhere you said put the cakeHow you fed me the grapesWhat I did with the ice that made you shake, shakeNow when the nights over and the girl is goneIm back up in the club singin the same damn song[chorus]Now, walk in, Im the grown man that you figure to trickBut Im feelin your dress, girl and lovin your hipsBut 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 kissesGotta be the dough you holdin so obvious wit itI get gs to flash, t.v.s in the dashSee sinbad, watchin vibe, ladies clockin to rideLuxury flows, lengerie hoes, r.o.c. hitem mo than jose consecoUh, rbis, orange top fly, the brown skin, slimThe nice braids, brown eyesR.o.c.s stay pimpin from jersey to richmondYall playas waitin to ball like 6th menIm done with the game, point spread by a hundredSpeakin of hundreds, fives is a nice way to slide it, lets ride[chorus]