You better not come home
Uh, yeah, you better not come home
Oh no, you no
What, Dig it dig it
Bro'Sis, ladies
Now you can't be trusted
Before you got busted
Got me angry and disgusted
But, What's this attitude
No credit to you,
What you doing on the side boy,
Got me mad at you
But what I'm about to do
Is tighten up, get rough, had enough
What, some times I'm about to get real tuff
Cause you cover's got blown, now you're out
For your own toy, you better not come back home
Bridge
Better not, better not, better not come home
You better not come home!
Better not, better not, better not come home
You better not come home!
Chorus
It's really gettin hot tonight
So you better not come home
Ooh, baby, gotta treat me right
So you better not come home
It's like hot in the kitchen
Girl I see that you won't listen
Why you acting like that?
Why you trippin and flippin
It's like I'm trippin on a underground mission
Why you acting foul?
Girl you're gettin kind of loud!
With that accusation,
It's like to you I don't understand what I'm facing
Aggregation and guess it's about vitalization
Girl you better wake up and recognize
The facts, ain't no need to act like that
Now you're playing out of bounce but they checked your test
Recognize, home girl, I don't get down like that
I used to be a straight Mack way back in the days
Had my street fame, now I've changed my game
Better educated, straight up, better dedicated
Playing for real girl, never hesitated
So why you wanna try to leave a brother alone
But what you mean girl, I better not come back home
Bridge & Chorus
So I better not come back home, oh girl
Why you wanna leave a brother alone
Now what you're talking about
Uh, I didn't do a thing
But I know you probably think that this brother is running games
No phone numbers, no addresses,
Trying get them girls under them dresses
No, not me girl, stop that!
Cause my love is all that you can really bet that!
Chorus
Now you're playing out of bounce but they checked your test
Recognize, home girl, I don't get down like that
I used to be a straight Mack way back in the days
Had my street fame, now I've changed my game
Better educated, straight up, better dedicated
Playing for real girl, never hesitated
So why you wanna try to leave a brother alone
But what you mean girl, I better not come back home
It's really getting hot tonight!
Writer(s): Achim Kleist, Wolfgang Von Webenau, Rolf Gagel, Luca Barro, Dashiel Mark Andrews, Daniela Burghardt
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