(Chorus) You go home, Cuz you aint comin home with me You should go Cuz im in the streets tonight You go home Cuz you aint comin wit me tonight You go home That's the way its be tonight
(Termanology)
The way its be Is ima do me, and you do you Enough with the boo I juss wanna cruise, wit my crew And wit you is something i aint tryna do I wanna vibe, chill and take a ride But you scream, and cry killen my eye You should watch tone, screamin on the phone That aint how you a man, that's where you wrong I be on the plane, other day, So you gotta me when Im around the way I be tryna lean, wit my team But you me in the lil pocket in ya jeans I know I be seas, and I be in your dreams So when im around baby, all you is me Come on mami the key in the mailbox, I'll see you when I'm with the Smirnoff
(Chorus) You go home, Cuz you aint comin home with me You go home Cuz girl im in the tonight You go home Cuz you aint comin wit me tonight You go home That's the way its gonna be
(Bun B)
Man, God damn here we go again, You all up in my grill bout the we don't spend You always asking you goin?, where you been? When I don't pick up the phone, I be wit my girlfriend You need to up off a little bit and raise up You tryna shorten my time and slow my up Im tryna hang with the and blaze up But all you wanna do it start drama, nut That's not the move, you need to take a pill Let me sit you and tell you whats the real deal Just cuz im settled down don't mean I'm not treal, I went out before you and you I still will Not tryna be rude, juss tryna be Im the south, I cant 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 girl im in the tonight You should go Cuz you aint comin 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 bout Sierra Or maybe my cologne , or maybe Al There's so directions conversations can go So why you on patrol, I'm on parole You juss wanna know in heart, you in control I juss wanna roll, on swoll, Hit the club wit mad money to blow Yea I its cold, but I live a code MONEY OVER BITCHES, my squad a hoe Maybe you should go, cuz you aint comin wit me I'm tryna do my thing, you should let it be