[Intro - Killer Mike] (You don't have to go home) One time, one time - one time, one time
[Verse - Killer Mike] Easy, that cush shit got me sleepy Rollin down 85, leaning but I ain't weaving Man you, should stay a day in the A A parade of them chevelots, the colors of flavor aid Can you, believe I got it made Impala in the garage, got Forces and all the J's I'm leaning back, ride shotgun in the chevy with the homeboy burning sacs We heading to the spot where we get down, nigga where the bitches at If they talking right, acting right, walking right Down to take flight, they ain't gotta go home, they can stay the night
[Chorus] You don't have to go home You can stay right here, put one in the air While we're bending corners on my chrome Same shit another year, in the southern hemisphere Wait a while, you don't have to go..
[Verse - Killer Mike] Nigga hold up, hold up Make sure they see you when you roll Hop out that truck all ready fucked up Toe up from the motherfucking blow up From the floor up, to the ceiling Smoke kiss in the walls in the top of the building Lile momma's on e, sitting next to me She's catching a feeling And I'm feeling, like I'm 'pose to I'm as fly as a Jordan poster I'm leaning and breathe smelling like hen and a mix of hydroponic By the the time my click find me in VIP I'm lost in a cloud of chronic Had sex with the best, got head from the rest Motherfucker believe I done it
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[Verse - Big Boi] Hot tub, tony sucka free and still bubblin Truck still rattling and bumping now move something
[Verse - Killer Mike] Hold up Big Boi! I'm still weed crumpling The sac keeps shaking and block keep jumping Lay back, lay back, treat this eight six cut like a Maybach Hey show these suckas that after 50 million sold Daddy Fat Sacs still where the hood at, hood at
[Verse - Big Boi] Hood rats and decoy b-boys understood that Whether its creme de la creme, where the good at I got it in that 1.5, I had to put the swisha down cause my lugs got tired Now lets ride, lets ride
[Verse - Killer Mike] Back down 85, five With the click in the truck, full of chicks in the back of the 6 Nobody going home tonight
[Chorus] You don't have to go home Straighten up your hair, you don't need a mirror You can fix your makeup in my chrome Same shit another year, in the southern hemisphere Wait a while, before you don't have to go..
[Bridge] Ahh! It feels like ecstasy The sound, whoa! feels like ecstasy Oooh.. oohh! feels like ecstasy (feels like ecstasy!) The groove, takes control of me
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