Ain't Goin Home - Kamaiyah

I, I, I

Man, I could put you in the passenger seat

While we’re smashing the Jeep

Jo and Zay in the back, both passing the weed

Puff one, puff two

Pass and repeat

No, I don’t smoke

Pass me the drink

As we proceed to get funkdafied

Riding the streets, getting on tonight

No, we ain’t going home tonight

You know how we do it, we get Oakland live

I’m just riding, chilling;

this is how I’m living

Watch me swerve and get no ticket

Put your blunts up if you feel it

We ain’t going home tonight, nah

We getting on tonight, oh

I, oh, I, oh

I pull up in the drop top Jeep, baby

Top drop, parking lot full of freaks, baby

Passing shots, give me what I need baby

No Cîroc, only sip Hennessy, baby

And even though they tell us not to drink and drive

We’re going to keep this lit, passing drinks tonight

Well hella weed getting puffy, passing the dutchie

But I never touch it cause the trees, I don’t fuck with

We ain’t going home tonight, nah

We getting on tonight, oh

I, oh, I, oh

We ain’t going home tonight

No, we ain’t going home tonight

We ain’t going home tonight

No, we ain’t going home tonight

Do you really wanna come roll with me?

Do you really wanna come roll with me?

Do you really wanna get on with me?

Taking shots, pouring strong with me?