Hold up let's take it from the top I Fox
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Gets my swirve on. Floss pure rocks
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In the six drop boo and it don't stop
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See money lookin alright, yeah What up pop?
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Across the room throwin signals,
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I'm throwin 'em back
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Flirtin cause I digs you like that
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Peep baby boy's style, Hopin we match
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He sent me Crown Royal with a note attached
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It said 'You look like the type that know what you like,
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I can tell by the jewels you go for the ice
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Plus you wear shoes well the suits flows nice
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I don't like the notes to well lets be more precise
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Meet me by the VIP let's pow wow'
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Whispered in my ear like boo lets bounce now
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I'm bout to say peace to my mans for you
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When it's all said and done I got plans for you
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He said..
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Chorus
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BLACKstreet:
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oooooh baby, gotta get you home with me tonight
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uh oh, uh oh
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oooooh baby, gotta get you home with me tonight
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Baby I need you here tonight
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At the bar high post
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Frontin I toast
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Gettin my flirt on playa ain't nothin
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He tryin say the right word to get inside of here
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Jackpot when he said his bullshit in here
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And his smile blind like the shine on his necklace
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Mind tellin me no
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Body tellin me exit
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Brests said yes give me more wet kisses
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Uh twist my body like the exorsist
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Hey the way he liked his lips he was mackin'
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True thug passion
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I'm like slow down before you crashin'
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Nevermind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you
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Or the way we sex on the villa up in Malibu
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Marry who? Daddi please
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I'm takin it all from the stash to the ki's (kilos)
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Now let me see,
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Boo I'm 'bout to debt my mans for you
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When it's all said and done I got plans for you
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He said...
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Chorus
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Grabbed me by the hand and led the way
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Outside of the club talkin to Valle
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Mind started to stray
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Know your miles away
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Contemplating goin back to his crib to parle
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Jumped in the passenger seat relaxed my feet,
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as he threw on Blackstreet casually
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And we cruised the metro on premium petro
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Eyes sized up my thighs and couldn't let go
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Ta ta's perkin, your makin me high like Tony
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work me, take me I'm hot
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I thought for a minute and then my mind went
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Sex all around the car isn't it ironic?
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Back to reality, soul to soul
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Breathin heavily but still in control
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Bust the shy girl role put my hand on his leg
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With sex in his eyes he turned and then he said...
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Chorus
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Gotta Get You Home
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| Blackstreet |
