(Chorus) You go home, Cuz you aint comin with me tonight You should go Cuz im in the streets tonight You should go Cuz you aint comin wit me tonight You should go That's the way its gonna be
(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 i aint tryna do I juss wanna vibe, chill and a ride But you scream, and cry killen my eye You should your 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 feel me when Im the way I be lean, prolly wit my team But you want me in the lil pocket in ya I know I be over seas, and I be in dreams So im around 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 aint comin home with me You should go Cuz girl im in the tonight You should go Cuz you comin home wit me tonight You go home the way its gonna be tonight
(Bun B)
Man, God damn girl we go again, You all up in my grill 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 back up off a little bit and up You shorten my time and slow my days up Im tryna hang the homeboys 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 down and you whats the real deal Just cuz im settled down mean I'm not still treal, I went out before you and after you I still Not tryna be rude, juss be true Im from the south, I cant help it, how we do They gave me runners, girls see through And I got time, so holla I'll see you
(Chorus) You go home, Cuz you aint comin home me tonight You should go Cuz im in the streets tonight You should go Cuz you aint comin home wit me You should go That's the way its gonna be
(Termanology)
You see me talkin to her, I necessarily getting it on I could be talkin to her bout Sierra Or maybe my cologne , or Al Capone 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 roll, pockets on swoll, Hit the strip club wit mad to blow Yea I its cold, but I live a code MONEY OVER BITCHES, my squad a hoe you should go, cuz you aint comin home wit me I'm tryna do my thing, you should let it be