[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



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.*