Gotta Get You Home Lyrics

Yeah

Firm biz, what it is, Blackstreet

Na na, steady rise, peep this out

Gotta get you home with me tonight

Gotta get you home

Hold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox

Gets my swerve on floss, pure rocks

In the six drop boo and it don't stop

See money lookin' alright, yeah, what up, Pop?

'Cross the room throwin' signals, I'm throwin' 'em back

Flirt-in 'cause I digs you like that

Peep baby boy style, hopin' we match

You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached

It said, "You look like the type that know what you like"

I could tell by the jewels you go for the ice

Plus you wear the shoes well, the suit's flows nice

I don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise

Meet me by the VIP, let's pow-pow

Whisper in my ear like, "Boo, let's bounce now"

I'm 'bout to say peace to my man's for you

When it's all said and done, I got plans for you, he said

"Ooh baby, I gotta get you home with me tonight

Ooh baby, I gotta get you home with me tonight"

At the bar high-post, frontin', I toast

Gettin' my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin'

You tryin' to say the right words to get us out of here

Jackpot, what he said, "It's bullshit in here"

And his smile, blind like the shine on his necklace

Mind tellin' me, ?No?, body tellin' me, ?Exit?

Breasts said, "Yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh?

Twist my body like "The Exorcist", hey
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The way he licked his lips, he was mackin

True thug passion, I'm like, "Slow down before you crashin'"

Never mind him, he ain't thinkin' 'bout you

Or the way we sex on the villa up in Malibu

Marry who? Daddy, please

I'm takin' it all, from the stash to the keys

So let me see, boo, I'm 'bout to dead my man's for you

When it's all said and done, I got plans for you, he said

"Ooh baby, gotta get you home with me tonight

Ooh baby, gotta get you home with me tonight"

Grabbed me by the hand and led the way

Outside of the club talkin' to Valet

Mind started to stray, million miles away

Contemplatin' goin' back to his crib to parlay

Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet

As he threw on Blackstreet casually

And we cruised the metro on premium petrol

I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go

Ta-Ta's perkin', you're makin' me high

Like Toni, work me, take me, I'm hot

I thought for a second and then my mind went

Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?

Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul

Breathin' heavily but still in control

Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his leg

With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said

"Ooh baby, gotta get you home with me tonight

Ooh baby, gotta get you home with me tonight"

Ooh baby, gotta get you home with me tonight

Ooh baby, gotta get you home with me tonight

Ooh baby