You don't have to go home   One time, one time      Easy, that cook 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, 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 bad, ride shotgun in the Chevy   With the homeboy burning sacs      We heading to the spot where we get down   Where the bitches at, they talking right, acting right   Walking right, now to take flight, they ain't gotta go home   They can stay the night      You don't have to go home   You can stay right here, put one in the air   While we are in the, corners of my chrome   Same shit another year, in the southern hemisphere, wait a while      Nigga hold up, hold up   Make sure they see you when you roll   Hop out that truck all ready fucked up   Tore up from the motherfucking floor up      From the floor up, to the ceiling   Smoke kiss in the walls in the top of the building   Little momma's on [unverified], sitting next to me   She's catching a feeling and I'm feeling, like I'm 'pose to      I'm as fly as a Jordon poster, I'm leaning hair 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      You don't have to go home   You can stay right here, put one in the air   While we are in the, corners of my chrome   Same shit another year, in the southern hemisphere, wait a while      Hot tub tony sucka free and still bublin'   Truck still rattling and bumping now move something      Hold up Big Boi, I'm still weed crumpling   Sac keeps shaking and block keep jumping   Lay back, lay back, treat this eight six cut like a Maybac   Hey, show these suckas that after 50 million sold   Daddy fat sacs is still where the hood at, hood at      Hood rats and decoy b-boys understood that   Wheater its creme de la creme, where the good at   I got it in that 1.5, I had to put the swisher down   'Cause my lugs got tired, now let's ride, let's ride      Back down 85, five   With the click in the truck   Full of chick in the back of the 6   Nobody going home tonight