*featuring Keith Sweat, R.O.C.
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[JD talking to R.O.C.]
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[JD]
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I'm feelin' that 2x, is you wit' me?
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I'm the type you see at the bar, fresh, buyin' it up
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And every girl I talk to, yeah I'm tryin' to cut
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I tell'em all I'm Chi Chi and it's nice to meet ya
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Real quick, I tell how she got all the right features
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The jams come on and the glasses get refilled
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We dance and watch the relations build
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Now I'm all up in her ear and she listenin'
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At the same time, watchin' how a nigga glistenin'
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BLING! BLING! I'm thinkin' it's bout time to go
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Get the B out of valet and start the late night show
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Niggas hate, I know but I don't stop I shine
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I'm in the club every week, same place, same time
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Same thing on the mind, PARTY! PARTY!
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So the hell with all that, we tryin' to find somebody
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The right kind 'fore the lights come off
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Shit, I'm tryin' to take sumpin' home
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[Chorus]
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Now if I buy you a drink and you drink it up
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Then, uh, you goin' home with me (and all my niggas say)
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And if you talkin' at a party and we talk too much
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Then, uh, we goin' home with me
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Now if you came with a friend that don't wanna do my man
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Then you need to give her your keys
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Tell her to call you tomorrow or give you a beep
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Cause tonight, you going home with me, ya heard?
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[JD]
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Now, is it because my name's Jermaine? no
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It's all about how I kick my game, you know?
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I just flow with it, spend a little dough with it
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Entertain, before you know, I'm in your brain doing my thang
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Tellin' you how good you smell
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Send you up for a drop top cruise through the A-T-L
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Now when they tipsy, it's risky, you don't know what you facin'
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Fuck around and end up like Anthony Mason
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So I let'em know a few things before we leave
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Like, "it's true, I tapes damn near everything"
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So don't even think about lyin', baby
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Or try baby, to set me up for rape cause it's all on tape
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Where you said put the cake
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How you fed me the grapes
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What I did with the ice that made you shake, shake
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Now when the night's over and the girl is gone
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I'm back up in the club singin' the same damn song
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[Chorus]
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Now, walk in, I'm the grown man that you figure to trick
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But I'm feelin' your dress, girl and lovin' your hips
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But I'm buggin' off this, "Why you stuck on the wrist?"
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Golddigger, huh, mommy? Oh, you ain't that bitch?
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Ain't that some shit? Suddenly, you hugs and kisses
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Gotta be the dough you holdin' so obvious wit' it
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I get G's to flash, T.V.'s in the dash
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See Sinbad, watchin' Vibe, ladies clockin' to ride
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Luxury flows, lengerie hoes, R.O.C. hit'em mo' than Jose Conseco
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Uh, RBI's, orange top fly, the brown skin, slim
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The nice braids, brown eyes
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R.O.C.'s stay pimpin' from Jersey to Richmond
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Y'all playas waitin' to ball like 6th men
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I'm done with the game, point spread by a hundred
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Speakin' of hundreds, five's is a nice way to slide it, let's ride
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[Chorus]
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Going Home With Me
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Jermaine Dupri |