[Big Moe]
Huh, Wassup Boo
Maan, you stay talkin bout you`re down wit me
But you stay on that complaining thang, you know what I`m sayin?
I aint down wit all that complaining and fussin and fightin man
I`m a playa type dude, I`d like to let my gal get in the way,
But, you know what I`m sayin, the Lord blessed me with somethin
So I gotta take advantage of that, you know what I`m talkin bout
So I gotta do it, so its whateva
[Chorus]
I wonder if I didn`t come home
Would you still be down with me, yeah
Because I`ll leave you tonight, uh ohh
I wonder if I didn`t come
Would you still be down with me, yeah
Because I`ll leave you tonight, uh ohh
[Verse One]
If I didn`t come home
What would you do to me?
Get on the telephone? Call Tyrone? Tell him come get you in he morning
You`re wrong, this is my song
And I gotta pay bills, keep my happy home
Wreckshoppin all night long
I`m ready, fire burnin
No matter what you do to me, my wheels gon keep on turnin
Are you down? So please don`t get me started
I got bitches out of town, if you fuckin wit clowns, I`ll leave you broken
hearted
[Chorus]
[Verse Two]
I let you play one time, then I knew you were mine
The way you caress me baby and sex me, I `d have to say you put it down
You took me, and you put me under you`re wings, I can`t lie
Can`t no other take your place, and can`t a damn thang comply
I don`t know if you noticed, but you`re the throwedest on my list
Can`t no nigga or no bitch compare their loving to a love like this
Up and down, thick and thin, I was always there
Ready to box or unload on a bitch, you know I don`t care
When you kiss me with your lips, I just fall in a daze
Me and you against the world baby, priorities are gettin paid
Diamonds blindin, hoes cryin, aint a damn thang changed
Showin up and pourin up, in this damn rap game
And by the way, I`m gon let you run the streets with your thugs
When Valentine`s comes around, you know who`s gettin your hugs
Fuck faces by fireplaces, Drink chases on mink rugs
You a dog, you gon rome, but always find your way home, so what
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Now if I don`t come home, would you blow up my phone?
Punch holes in my styrofoam? Misplace my chrome?
Childish games in yo dome got yo mind confused
A made nigga or a fake? Now its time to choose
Many have tried my shoes, but didn`t travel too far
You knew the shit that you was in before you fucked the star
Look how you suck up all my barre, you think this shit`s for free?
All this hustling in these streets keep all this ice on you and me
Picture how nicer it can be, private flights twice a week
Without you gripin about some freaks and how they saw me at the beach
I`ll practice what I preach, you sit being obsolete
And remain to keep my business and my hustle out of reach
And now if I don`t come home, would you still be down?
You are a fool, I will admit, but start practicin now
Cuz I`m still the same playa that`s all about my dough
And I`m not comin home tonight, you triflin ass hoe!
[Chorus]
*Big Moe ad libs till song fades*
