Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Me Home, artist - Foxy Brown. Date of issue: 31.12.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Get Me Home |
| Uh, yeah |
| (Ay-ayy) |
| Firm biz, what it is, Blackstreet |
| Na Na, steady rise, peep that out |
| Oooh, (baby) |
| 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 je-wels you go for the ice |
| Plus you wear the shoes well, the suit flows nice |
| I don’t like the notes too well, let’s be more precise |
| Meet me by the VIP, let’s pow-wow |
| Whisper in my ear like, «Boo, let’s bounce now» |
| I’m 'bout to say peace to my mans for you |
| When it’s all said and done I got plans for you |
| He said |
| Oooh baby |
| (Gotta get you home with me) |
| Gotta get you home with me tonight |
| Uh-oh, uh-oh |
| Oooh baby |
| Gotta get you home with me tonight |
| C’mon, c’mon |
| At the bar high-post, frontin', I toast |
| Gettin' my flirt on, playa, ain’t nothin' |
| You tryna 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 |
| Uh, twist my body like the Exorcist, hey |
| 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 mans for you |
| When it’s all said and done I got plans for you |
| He said |
| Oooh baby |
| (I need you, want you in my life) |
| Gotta get you home with me tonight |
| (Gotta get you home with me tonight) |
| Uh-oh, uh-oh |
| Oooh baby |
| (Baby, I need you right here) |
| 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 par-lay |
| Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet |
| As he threw on Blacksteet casually |
| And we cruised the metro, on premium petrol |
| Eyes 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 |
| (Tonight baby) |
| Oooh baby |
| (C'mon, c’mon, Foxy c’mon) |
| Gotta get you home with me tonight |
| (Whatever you want me to do) |
| Uh-oh, uh-oh (do it for you, baby) |
| Oooh baby |
| (I need it in my life) |
| Gotta get you home with me tonight |