(Chorus) You go home, Cuz you aint comin with me tonight You go home Cuz im in the streets tonight You go home Cuz you comin home wit me tonight You should go 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 wanna cruise, party wit my crew And beefin wit you is something i tryna do I juss vibe, chill and take a ride But you scream, and cry killen my eye You watch your tone, screamin on the phone That aint how you a man, that's where you wrong I be on the plane, every day, So you gotta feel me Im around the way I be tryna lean, wit my team But you want me in the lil pocket in ya I know I be over seas, and I be in your So when im baby, all you want is me Come on leave the key in the mailbox, I'll see you when I'm with the Smirnoff
(Chorus) You go home, Cuz you aint home with me tonight You go home Cuz girl im in the streets You should go Cuz you comin home wit me tonight You should go That's the way its gonna be
(Bun B)
Man, God damn here we go again, You all up in my bout the time 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 back up off a little bit and up You tryna my time and slow my days up Im tryna with the homeboys and blaze up But all you wanna do it start drama, nut not the move, you need to take a chill pill Let me sit you and tell you whats the real deal Just cuz im settled down mean I'm not still treal, I out before you and after you I still will Not tryna be rude, tryna be true Im from the south, I cant it, that's how we do They gave me runners, transparent girls see And I aint got time, so holla see you
(Chorus) You go home, Cuz you aint comin home with me You should go Cuz girl im in the streets You go home Cuz you aint comin wit me tonight You should go the way its gonna be tonight
(Termanology)
You see me talkin to her, I necessarily getting it on I could be talkin to her bout Sierra Or maybe my , or maybe Al Capone There's so many directions can go So why you on patrol, I'm on parole You wanna know in your heart, you in control I wanna roll, pockets on swoll, Hit the strip club wit mad money to Yea I know its cold, but I live a OVER BITCHES, my squad before a hoe Maybe you should go, cuz you aint comin wit me I'm tryna do my thing, you juss let it be