[Killer Mike]
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you don't have to go home
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one time
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one time
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Easy, that cook shit got me sleepy
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rollin down 85, leaning but I ain't weaving
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man you, should stay a day in the A
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a parade of them chevelots, colors of flavor aid
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can you, believe I got it made
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Impala in the garage, got forces and all the J's
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I'm leaning bad, ride shotgun in the chevy with the homeboy burning sacs
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we heading to the spot where we get down, where the bitches at
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they talking right, acting right, walking right
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now to take flight, they ain't gotta go home, they can stay the night
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[Chorus]
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You don't have to go home
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you can stay right here, put one in the air
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while we're bending corners on my chrome
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same shit another year, in the southern hemisphere
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wait a while
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[Killer Mike]
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Nigga hold up, hold up
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make sure they see you when you roll
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hop out that truck all ready fucked up
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tore up from the motherfucking floor up
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from the floor up, to the ceiling
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smoke kiss in the walls in the top of the building
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little momma's on e, sitting next to me
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she's catching a feeling
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and I'm feeling, like I'm 'pose to
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I'm as fly as a jordon poster
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I'm leaning hair breathe smelling like hen and a mix of hydroponic
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by the the time my click find me in vip I'm lost in a cloud of chronic
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had sex with the best, got head from the rest
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motherfucker believe I done it
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[Chorus]
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[Big Boi]
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hot tub tony sucka free and still bublin
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truck still rattling and bumping now move something
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[Killer Mike]
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hold up big boi, I'm still weed crumpling
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sac keeps shaking and block keep jumping
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lay back, lay back, treat this eight six cut like a maybac
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hey show these suckas that after 50 million sold
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daddy fat sacs is still where the hood at, hood at
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[Big Boi]
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hood rats and decoy b-boys understood that
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wheater its creme de la creme, where the good at
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I got it in that 1.5, I had to put the swisher down cause my lugs got tired
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now lets ride, lets ride
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[Killer Mike]
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back down 85, five
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with the click in the truck, full of chick in the back of the 6
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nobody going home tonight
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My Chrome
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Killer Mike |