[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