[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 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]
