Bun B - You Should Go Home lyrics

[Chorus: Ma**pike Miles] You should go home Cause you ain't comin' home with me tonight You should go home Cause girl i'm in the streets tonight You should go home Cause you ain't comin' home wit me tonight You should go home That's the way its gonna be tonight [1st Verse: Termanology] The way its gonna be Is ima do me, and you could do you Enough with the boo hoos I just wanna cruise, party wit my crew And beefin' wit you is something i ain't tryna do I just wanna vibe, chill and take a ride But you wanna scream, and cry k**in' my eye You should watch your tone, screamin' on the phone That ain't how you keep a man, that's where you wrong I be on the plane, every other day So you gotta feel me when Im around the way I be tryna lean, prolly with my team But you want me in the lil pocket in ya jeans I know I be over seas, and I be in your dreams So when i'm around baby, all you want is me Come on mami leave the key in the mailbox I'll see you when I'm done with the Smirnoff [Chorus] [2nd Verse: Bun B] Man, God damn girl here we go again You all up in my grill bout the time we don't spend You always asking where you goin'?, where you been? When I don't pick up the phone, I must be wit my girlfriend You need to back up off a little bit and raise up You tryna shorten my time and slow my days up Im tryna hang with the homeboys and blaze up But all you wanna do it start drama, craze nut That's not the move, you need to take a chill pill Let me sit you down and tell you whats the real deal Just cause im settled down don't mean I'm not still trill I went out before you and after you I still will Not tryna be rude, just tryna be true Im from the south, I can't help it, that's how we do They gave me runners, transparent girls see through And I ain't got time, so holla I'll see you [Chorus] [3rd Verse: Termanology] You see me talkin' to her, I ain't necessarily getting it on I could be talkin' to her bout Sierra Leone Or maybe my cologne , or maybe Al Capone There's so many directions conversations can go So why you on patrol, like I'm on parole You just wanna know in your heart, you in control I just wanna roll, pockets on swoll Hit the strip club wit mad money to blow Yeah I know its cold, but I live a code Money over b**hes, my squad before a ho Maybe you should go, cause you ain't comin' home wit me I'm tryna do my thing, you should just let it be [Chorus]