Going Home with Me

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Keith Sweat

Keith Sweat (born July 22, 1961) is an American R&B/soul, singer-songwriter, record producer, radio personality and an innovator of the New Jack Swing. more »

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1998

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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' 
F*ck 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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