[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.*.