Going Home With Me 歌词
| 歌曲 | Going Home With Me |
| 歌手 | Jermaine Dupri |
| 专辑 | Life in 1472 |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dupri, R.O.C. | |
| 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] |
| zuo ci : Dupri, R. O. C. | |
| 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 atl | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Dupri, R. O. C. | |
| 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 atl | |
| 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 |
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