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Blackstreet - Gotta Get You Home - текст песни, видео

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Blackstreet - Gotta Get You Home - текст песни, видео

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Hold up let's take it from the top I Fox 
Gets my swirve on. Floss pure rocks 
In the six drop boo and it don't stop 
See money lookin alright, yeah What up pop? 
Across the room throwin signals, 
I'm throwin 'em back 
Flirtin cause I digs you like that 
Peep baby boy's style, Hopin we match 
He sent me Crown Royal with a note attached 
It said 'You look like the type that know what you like, 
I can tell by the jewels you go for the ice 
Plus you wear shoes well the suits flows nice 
I don't like the notes to well lets be more precise 
Meet me by the VIP let's pow wow' 
Whispered in my ear like boo lets 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.. 

Chorus 
BLACKstreet: 
oooooh baby, gotta get you home with me tonight 
uh oh, uh oh 
oooooh baby, gotta get you home with me tonight 
Baby I need you here tonight 

At the bar high post 
Frontin I toast 
Gettin my flirt on playa ain't nothin 
He tryin say the right word to get inside of here 
Jackpot when he said his bullshit in here 
And his smile blind like the shine on his necklace 
Mind tellin me no 
Body tellin me exit 
Brests said yes give me more wet kisses 
Uh twist my body like the exorsist 
Hey the way he liked his lips he was mackin' 
True thug passion 
I'm like slow down before you crashin' 
Nevermind him, he ain't thinkin 'bout you 
Or the way we sex on the villa up in Malibu 
Marry who? Daddi please 
I'm takin it all from the stash to the ki's (kilos) 
Now let me see, 
Boo I'm 'bout to debt my mans for you 
When it's all said and done I got plans for you 
He said... 

Chorus 

Grabbed me by the hand and led the way 
Outside of the club talkin to Valle 
Mind started to stray 
Know your miles away 
Contemplating goin back to his crib to parle 
Jumped in the passenger seat relaxed my feet, 
as he threw on Blackstreet casually 
And we cruised the metro on premium petro 
Eyes sized up my thighs and couldn't let go 
Ta ta's perkin, your makin me high like Tony 
work me, take me I'm hot 
I thought for a minute and then my mind went 
Sex all around the car isn't it ironic? 
Back to reality, soul to soul 
Breathin heavily but still in control 
Bust the shy girl role put my hand on his leg 
With sex in his eyes he turned and then he said... 

Chorus
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