U Ain’t Gotta Go Home Joe Budden

[DJ Clue]
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

[Joe Budden]
Whoa! (Haha)
Whoa! Okay Dub
Whoa! Have some fun with it

[Hook]
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

[Verse 1]
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 its 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