My Chrome Lyrics - Singles - Killer Mike

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 

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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 , 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 

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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