(Chorus) You go home, Cuz you aint comin home me tonight You go home Cuz girl im in the tonight You go home Cuz you comin home wit me tonight You should go the way its gonna be tonight
(Termanology)
The way its be Is ima do me, and you do you Enough with the boo I juss wanna cruise, party wit my And wit you is something i aint tryna do I wanna vibe, chill and take a ride But you wanna scream, and cry my eye You should watch tone, screamin on the phone aint how you keep a man, that's where you wrong I be on the plane, other day, So you gotta feel me when Im the way I be lean, prolly wit my team But you want me in the lil in ya jeans I I be over seas, and I be in your dreams So when im baby, all you want is me Come on leave the key in the mailbox, see you when I'm done with the Smirnoff
(Chorus) You go home, Cuz you comin home with me tonight You should go Cuz im in the streets tonight You should go Cuz you aint home wit me tonight You go home the way its gonna be tonight
(Bun B)
Man, God girl here we go again, You all up in my bout the time we don't spend You asking where you goin?, where you been? When I don't pick up the phone, I must be wit my You need to up off a little bit and raise up You tryna shorten my time and my days up Im tryna hang the homeboys and blaze up But all you wanna do it drama, craze nut That's not the move, you need to take a pill Let me sit you down and tell you whats the deal Just cuz im settled don't mean I'm not still treal, I went out you and after you I still will Not tryna be rude, juss be true Im from the south, I help it, that's how we do They gave me runners, girls see through And I aint got time, so holla see you
(Chorus) You go home, Cuz you aint home with me tonight You go home Cuz im in the streets tonight You go home Cuz you aint home wit me tonight You go home That's the way its gonna be
(Termanology)
You see me talkin to her, I aint getting it on I could be talkin to her Sierra Leone Or maybe my cologne , or maybe Al There's so many conversations can go So why you on patrol, I'm on parole You juss know in your heart, you in control I juss roll, pockets on swoll, Hit the strip wit mad money to blow Yea I know its cold, but I a code OVER BITCHES, my squad before a hoe Maybe you should go, cuz you aint home wit me I'm do my thing, you should juss let it be