My Chrome Killer Mike (Ft. Big Boi & Poo Bear)

[Intro: Killer Mike]
(You don't have to go home)
One time, one time - one time, one time

[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
Easy, that cush 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, the 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 back, ride shotgun in the Chevy with the homeboy burning sacs
We heading to the spot where we get down, nigga, where the bitches at?
If they talking right, acting right, walking right
Down to take flight, they ain't gotta go home, they can stay the night

[Chorus: Poo Bear]
You don't have to go home
You can stay right here, put one in the air
While we're bending corners on my chrome
Same shit another year, in the southern hemisphere
Wait a while, you don't have to go..

[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
Nigga, hold up, hold up
Make sure they see you when you roll
Hop out that truck all ready fucked up
Toe up from the motherfucking blow up
From the floor up to the ceiling
Smoke kiss in the walls in the top of the building
Lile momma's on e, sitting next to me
She's catching a feeling
And I'm feeling like I'm 'pose to
I'm as fly as a Jordan poster
I'm leaning and 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