Going Home With Me Lyrics - Singles - 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 be 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 want to 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]