(Chorus) You go home, Cuz you aint comin home with me You go home Cuz im in the streets tonight You should go Cuz you aint comin home wit me You go home That's the way its be tonight
(Termanology)
The way its be Is ima do me, and you do you Enough the boo hoos I juss wanna cruise, wit my crew And wit you is something i aint tryna do I juss wanna vibe, and take a ride But you wanna scream, and cry 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 when Im the way I be tryna lean, prolly wit my 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 mami the key in the mailbox, I'll see you when I'm done the Smirnoff
(Chorus) You go home, Cuz you comin home with me tonight You go home Cuz im in the streets tonight You go home Cuz you aint comin home wit me You should go 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 asking where you goin?, where you been? When I pick up the phone, I must be wit my girlfriend You to back up off a little bit and raise up You shorten my time and slow my days up Im tryna hang with the homeboys and up But all you wanna do it drama, craze nut That's not the move, you need to a chill pill Let me sit you down and tell you whats the deal Just cuz im down don't mean I'm not still treal, I went out before you and after you I still Not tryna be rude, juss tryna be Im from the south, I help it, that's how we do They gave me runners, transparent see through And I got time, so holla I'll 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 home wit me 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 Al Capone 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 club wit mad to blow Yea I its cold, but I live a code MONEY BITCHES, my squad before a hoe Maybe you should go, cuz you aint home wit me I'm tryna do my thing, you should let it be