I'm feelin' that   I'm feelin' that, 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   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      Now if I buy you a drink and you drink it up   Then, uh, you goin' home with me   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?      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      Now if I buy you a drink and you drink it up   Then, uh, you goin' home with me   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?      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      Now if I buy you a drink and you drink it up   Then, uh, you goin' home with me   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?