Rap : Bowzer Boss
I'm on the way home
I'm in a black cab (Yeah)
I'm cornin' to the house
Put summat on bad
Roll me a spliff, I need a few drags
You don't have to worry, I ain't feelin' these slags
I'm on the way home
I'm in a black cab (Cornin')
I'm cornin' to the house
Put summat on bad (Yeah)
Roll me a spliff, I need a few drags
You don't have to worry, I ain't feelin' these slags
I'm on the way home
Got me bangin' of her phone
It coulda been a mazza but I left the club alone
You know me, keep it grown
You better watch your tone
Yeah, I let her throw a tantrum
Then she throws the dog a bone
Two girls on my cologne
I split up the Patron
Twenty man up on your table
Blood, I killed it on my own
Twelve shots to the dome
Now I feel a little stoned
Man, she calls it cowgirl, I call it sittin' on the throne
Man, she's sober, I'm not
And she knows I'm a G, 'cause I go for the spot
I'm up the stairs like I know there's a cot
Know my way around here, 'cause I'm over a lot
And plus I took her Ann Summers, so I know what she's got
I tell her slap on somethin' new and roll me up a zoot
Now lick it lick a Rizzla and then blow it like a flute
No, you don't have to worry,
Everything that we've been through
Sweet Home Alabama, babe, I'm cornin' home to you, yo
I'm on the way home
I'm in a black cab (Yeah)
I'm cornin' to the house
Put summat on bad
Roll me a spliff, I need a few drags
You don't have to worry, I ain't feelin' these slags
I'm on the way home
I'm in a black cab (I'm cornin')
I'm cornin' to the house
Put summat on bad (Yeah)
Roll me a spliff, I need a few drags
You don't have to worry, I ain't feelin' these slags
I'm on the way home
Cornin' back to the gaff
Swear I've had a long day, babe
Roll me a bat
You got somethin' on your chest, but you're holdin' it back
You won't say it how it is, and I've been noticin' that
You just gotta tell me how you feel and always keep it real
Yeah, a couple gal are snacks, but my baby girl's a meal
Around the corner in a cab,
Head spinnin' like the wheels
Cornin' home to a freak, you already know the deal
Uh, yeah, I like her, I ain't never been in love though
Still I'm not a liar, I just tell her that I love dough
Put on somethin' ***y, get ready for when I come home
Still love your ex, but when we ***, all that love goes
So just slap on somethin' new
Roll me up a zoot while you're sittin' lookin' cute
No, you don't have to worry,
Everything that we've been through
All them hoes in the club,
Still I'm cornin' home to you
I'm on the way home
I'm in a black cab
I'm cornin' to the house
Put summat on bad (Yeah)
Roll me a spliff, I need a few drags
You don't have to worry, I ain't feelin' these slags
I'm on the way home
I'm in a black cab (I'm cornin')
I'm cornin' to the house
Put summat on bad (Yeah)
Roll me a spliff, I need a few drags
You don't have to worry, I ain't feelin' these slags
I'm on the way home
I'm in a black cab
I'm cornin' to the house
Put summat on bad (Yeah)
Roll me a spliff, I need a few drags (Yeah)
You don't have to worry, I ain't feelin' these slags
I'm on the way home
I'm in a black cab
I'm cornin' to the house (Cornin', babe)
Put summat on bad (Yeah)
Roll me a spliff, I need a few drags (Yeah)
You don't have to worry, I ain't feelin' these slags
I'm on the way home