Get Me Home - Blackstreet Lyrics - Blackstreet

[Foxy] Yeah... (ahhh *echoes*) 

Firm biz, what is, Blackstreet 

Na Na, steady rise, peep this out 

(Oooh, *bab-bayyy*, gotta get you home with me tonight) 

(*gotta get you home*) 

Verse One: 

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 suits 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 mans for you 

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

He said (gotta get you home tonight) 

Chorus: Blackstreet 

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Oooooh baby *gotta get you home with me* 

Gotta get you home with me tonight (uh-oh, uh-oh) 

Oooooh baby, ohhhh 

Gotta get you home with me tonight, c'mon, c'mon 

Verse Two: Foxy Brown 

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 Excorist, 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 (oh bay-beeee) 

Chorus: Blackstreet 

Ooooooh baby, I need you want you in my life 

Gotta get you home with me tonight 

Gotta get you home with me tonigh-iyiight (uh-oh, uh-oh) 

Ooooooh baby, baby I need you 

Gotta get you home with me tonight 

Right here 

Verse Three: Foxy Brown 

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 

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 lef 

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

Chorus: Blackstreet 

Tonight baby 

Ooooooh 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) 

Ooooooh baby, do it for you baby 

I need it in my life 

Gotta get you home with me tonight 

Ayyaiiayy, ooooooh baby, gotta get you home tonight 

Gotta get you home with me tonight 

*etc.*