Joe Budden

Joe Budden - U Ain'T Gotta Go Home

rate me

Yeah, the world famous DJ Clue

Desert Storm

Jump off Joe Buddens, on top

This go out to all my niggaz

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

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 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' up somethin' fierce

You ain't gotta go home but you gotta get the fuck outta here

Like I don't roll with niggaz 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 'em

us real niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz hit you wit that same line

Or - how many other niggaz you ran game to

How many niggaz 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

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