Joe Budden - U Ain't Gotta Go Home lyrics
[Joe Budden - U Ain't Gotta Go Home lyrics]
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 heels you know how we do it
C'mon
Whoa! (Haha) whoa! Okay Dub
Whoa! Have some fun with it
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
My most humble apologies, sorry clowns
I'm here for the long run
I ain't Koffee 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
It's guys on the roof
You gets liable to shoot
This twenty-two release some
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 spines tryin' to touch us jukes
Get to the 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'
Her 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
Aim chrome take a look at 'em
You can see they just came home
Y'all talk about bricks when y'all
Know who move 'em
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 and 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
Naw - 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 me - 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 of 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
Cuz - 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 fondle 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
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 heels you know how we do it
C'mon
Whoa! (Haha) whoa! Okay Dub
Whoa! Have some fun with it
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
My most humble apologies, sorry clowns
I'm here for the long run
I ain't Koffee 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
It's guys on the roof
You gets liable to shoot
This twenty-two release some
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 spines tryin' to touch us jukes
Get to the 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'
Her 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
Aim chrome take a look at 'em
You can see they just came home
Y'all talk about bricks when y'all
Know who move 'em
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 and 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
Naw - 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 me - 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 of 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
Cuz - 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 fondle 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