U Ain't Gotta Go Home
Yeah (yeah)
The world famous DJ Clue
Desert Storm
Jump off Joe Buddens, on top
This go out to all my niggas
You ain't gotta chain, but you got a mean muthafuckin' wrist game
All my ladies, you ain't got a car
But you gotta mean muthafuckin' heel game
Click them heel
You know how we do it
(Get out, go) c'mon
Whoa! Haha (go, go, go)
Whoa! Okay, dub
Whoa! Have some fun with it (get out)
Mami, I'm there if you fine in the rear
We can get into whatever, if you don't mind, boo be yeah
And when I'm done slidin', you somethin' fierce
You ain't gotta go home, but you gotta get the fuck outta here
I ain't got to tell homeboy, he know that
This is "Matrix Reloaded" and Neo's back
I'm up, humble apologies, sorry clowns
I'm here for the long run, I ain't Coffee Brown
Get to know me, the man, the person
So by the time I'm on my fifth album
You should understand the first one
It's non-fiction, you deny, you want proof
I only buck in the air when the sky's in the booth
You get liable to shoot
This twenty-two release dem extra keyholes on the driver's side of your Coupe
Like, nighty night, here's your lullaby bitches
You might need just a lil' more than butterfly stitches
Get out of line and get stuck up duke
Lose your spine tryin' to touch us jukes
Get to a mall in a circle, guns out playin' "duck-duck-goose"
This shit is kinda aiight till I fuck in the booth
I'm sayin', I'm here, got my nine up in here
Thugs wanna rumble, I don't mind, nigga yeah
And when I'm done slidin' up somethin' fierce
You ain't gotta go home, but you gotta get the fuck outta here
Like I don't roll with niggas that'll lift ayn chrome
Take a look at 'em, you can see they just skin and bones
Y'all talk about bricks when y'all know who move
Us real niggas make withdrawls while y'all go through 'em
We carry long guns, we can contra on it
We talk about it, we live it, y'all ponder on it
Shit, ridiculously priced, us cons afford it
I'm talkin' straight cash, you might need a sponsor for it
But wait, ever met somebody that wouldn't chill?
Every second he feel the need to let you know that he's real
Every second he wanna talk about his homies that died
And the people he killed, in the future all the people he will
Talk about who he stabbed and beat up, and he won't cool out
Yakety-yakkin', he's reminiscing on different shootouts
How he was there, shotties was blastin'
Cops came with body bags, and he's talkin', but nobody asked him
Nah, he want attention, he want his name yelled
Me and him always end up in the same cell
I'm pissed on the top bunk, I can't sleep
This guy ain't street, go 'head, nigga, I ain't beef
But feel, stop there, who popped him, where?
Who you backed out on and had the whole block scared?
Ma' when I'm done pokin' you from the rear
You ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the fuck outta here
Ma', you real aggressive, catchin' me off balance
It's a turn off, don't you know niggas respect a challenge?
Move a lil' slow gettin' at me
Treat the pussy like it's worth somethin', don't just go throwin' it at me
'Cause while you doin' it at the same time
I'm thinkin' how many niggas hit you wit that same line
Or how many other niggas you ran game to
How many niggas you fucked or you gave brain to
How many other dudes houses you done came to
With condoms on you hopin' that he find 'em on you
And I ain't tryin' to catch nothin' from you
So I'm caught up in a Catch-22
If I don't fuck her, then I'm not like guys she met before
So while I'm turnin' her down, she's just likin' me more
But if I do get to pokin', hit her with long strokin'
I now have a girlie on my hands that's open
I don't want her callin' me constantly
Thinkin' 'cause I fucked her she got a bond with me
I don't want her misunderstandin' a one-night stand
It was just a nut, I'm not your man
Ma', I'm there, if you fine in the rear
We can get into whatever, if you don't mind, boo be yeah
And when I'm done slidin', you somethin' fierce
You ain't gotta go home, but you gotta get the fuck outta here
Ma', I'm there, name a time and where
We can get into whatever, if you don't mind, boo be yeah
And when I'm done pokin' you from the rear
You ain't gotta go home, but you gotta get the fuck outta here
Word
Here's for my niggas out there, man, fo' sho'
If you gotta disconnect the two-way
If you got a cellphone and you ain't paid the bill in a minute
They keep callin', I keep sending them to voicemail
You dodgin' your landlord
You know about it
If you wanna run, we know about it
Yeah
Just gotta go home
Yeah
Just came down, newly wed
Dubby on a week (get out)
That kid ain't white, you gotta be black
(Get out)
(Go, go, go, go, go, go)
Oh, yeah, forgot about the perm, you get the perm, okay
I see you, Dubby
Stay to fuck at the studio, Dubby
You put niggas outta business, nigga
C'mon
(Get out)
Desert storm, on top
(Go, go, go, go, go, go) webster
And I...
The world famous DJ Clue
Desert Storm
Jump off Joe Buddens, on top
This go out to all my niggas
You ain't gotta chain, but you got a mean muthafuckin' wrist game
All my ladies, you ain't got a car
But you gotta mean muthafuckin' heel game
Click them heel
You know how we do it
(Get out, go) c'mon
Whoa! Haha (go, go, go)
Whoa! Okay, dub
Whoa! Have some fun with it (get out)
Mami, I'm there if you fine in the rear
We can get into whatever, if you don't mind, boo be yeah
And when I'm done slidin', you somethin' fierce
You ain't gotta go home, but you gotta get the fuck outta here
I ain't got to tell homeboy, he know that
This is "Matrix Reloaded" and Neo's back
I'm up, humble apologies, sorry clowns
I'm here for the long run, I ain't Coffee Brown
Get to know me, the man, the person
So by the time I'm on my fifth album
You should understand the first one
It's non-fiction, you deny, you want proof
I only buck in the air when the sky's in the booth
You get liable to shoot
This twenty-two release dem extra keyholes on the driver's side of your Coupe
Like, nighty night, here's your lullaby bitches
You might need just a lil' more than butterfly stitches
Get out of line and get stuck up duke
Lose your spine tryin' to touch us jukes
Get to a mall in a circle, guns out playin' "duck-duck-goose"
This shit is kinda aiight till I fuck in the booth
I'm sayin', I'm here, got my nine up in here
Thugs wanna rumble, I don't mind, nigga yeah
And when I'm done slidin' up somethin' fierce
You ain't gotta go home, but you gotta get the fuck outta here
Like I don't roll with niggas that'll lift ayn chrome
Take a look at 'em, you can see they just skin and bones
Y'all talk about bricks when y'all know who move
Us real niggas make withdrawls while y'all go through 'em
We carry long guns, we can contra on it
We talk about it, we live it, y'all ponder on it
Shit, ridiculously priced, us cons afford it
I'm talkin' straight cash, you might need a sponsor for it
But wait, ever met somebody that wouldn't chill?
Every second he feel the need to let you know that he's real
Every second he wanna talk about his homies that died
And the people he killed, in the future all the people he will
Talk about who he stabbed and beat up, and he won't cool out
Yakety-yakkin', he's reminiscing on different shootouts
How he was there, shotties was blastin'
Cops came with body bags, and he's talkin', but nobody asked him
Nah, he want attention, he want his name yelled
Me and him always end up in the same cell
I'm pissed on the top bunk, I can't sleep
This guy ain't street, go 'head, nigga, I ain't beef
But feel, stop there, who popped him, where?
Who you backed out on and had the whole block scared?
Ma' when I'm done pokin' you from the rear
You ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the fuck outta here
Ma', you real aggressive, catchin' me off balance
It's a turn off, don't you know niggas respect a challenge?
Move a lil' slow gettin' at me
Treat the pussy like it's worth somethin', don't just go throwin' it at me
'Cause while you doin' it at the same time
I'm thinkin' how many niggas hit you wit that same line
Or how many other niggas you ran game to
How many niggas you fucked or you gave brain to
How many other dudes houses you done came to
With condoms on you hopin' that he find 'em on you
And I ain't tryin' to catch nothin' from you
So I'm caught up in a Catch-22
If I don't fuck her, then I'm not like guys she met before
So while I'm turnin' her down, she's just likin' me more
But if I do get to pokin', hit her with long strokin'
I now have a girlie on my hands that's open
I don't want her callin' me constantly
Thinkin' 'cause I fucked her she got a bond with me
I don't want her misunderstandin' a one-night stand
It was just a nut, I'm not your man
Ma', I'm there, if you fine in the rear
We can get into whatever, if you don't mind, boo be yeah
And when I'm done slidin', you somethin' fierce
You ain't gotta go home, but you gotta get the fuck outta here
Ma', I'm there, name a time and where
We can get into whatever, if you don't mind, boo be yeah
And when I'm done pokin' you from the rear
You ain't gotta go home, but you gotta get the fuck outta here
Word
Here's for my niggas out there, man, fo' sho'
If you gotta disconnect the two-way
If you got a cellphone and you ain't paid the bill in a minute
They keep callin', I keep sending them to voicemail
You dodgin' your landlord
You know about it
If you wanna run, we know about it
Yeah
Just gotta go home
Yeah
Just came down, newly wed
Dubby on a week (get out)
That kid ain't white, you gotta be black
(Get out)
(Go, go, go, go, go, go)
Oh, yeah, forgot about the perm, you get the perm, okay
I see you, Dubby
Stay to fuck at the studio, Dubby
You put niggas outta business, nigga
C'mon
(Get out)
Desert storm, on top
(Go, go, go, go, go, go) webster
And I...
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