[Intro: T.I., Adam Sandler]
"Why didn't you just go home? That's your home! Are you too good for your home? Answer me!"
Swizzie! Aye, hustlin'!
T.I., yow, aye (aye), DJ aye!
[Verse 1: T.I.]
T.I.P. comin' live from the V.I.P
Heard the night life lost life without me
Both the Feds and the State wanna see 'bout me
The whole city got bizzerk, he got treat
That other rapper got a hit but shawty he not know
Who set the city on fire 'soon as he got freed?
The king back now, broads don't even know how to act now
Hit the club, strippers gettin' naked 'fore I sat down
Still ballin', money stack taller than Shaq now
Still push a button to let the roof on the 'Lac down
I'm on the road, doin' shows, puttin' my mack down
Mississippi to Philly Albuquerque to Chatt Town
[Chorus: T.I., (Lady Gaga), Beyoncé, D-Roc]
I got the crowd yellin' (this beat is...)
Aye, all the hot girls yellin' put your hands up
Aye, all the DopeBoyz yellin' get low
Aye, from the back they yellin' — aye, aye
Got the crowd yellin' (this beat is...)
Aye, all the hot girls yellin' put your hands up
Aye, all the DopeBoyz yellin' get low
Aye, from the back they yellin' — aye, aye
[Verse 2: T.I.]
Once again, what other Simmons rapper hooder than this?
I got rich and I'm still in a hooligan clique
You be rappin' 'bout blow, I be movin' the bricks
You talk about shootin' out and I be doin' the pricks
If they hit you in the face, you gon' be so [?]
And if I catch another case I know I'll truly be missed
So I'ma keep a cool head, stay out of the news – headlines
Will show these other rappers it's bedtime
It's clear to see that I'm ahead of my time
I copped a chromed out hard top Carrera to shine
I got some time, they [?] 'cause I get better with time
Who got a flow and live show better than mine?
[Chorus: T.I., (Lady Gaga), Beyoncé, D-Roc]
I got a packed house yellin' (this beat is...)
Aye, all the hot girls yellin' put your hands up
Aye, all the DopeBoyz yellin' get low
Aye, from the back they yellin' — aye, aye
Got the crowd yellin' (this beat is...)
Aye, all the hot girls yellin' put your hands up
Aye, all the DopeBoyz yellin' get low
Aye, from the back they yellin' — aye, aye
[Bridge: T.I., Alexander Ebert & Jade Castrinos]
Aye, aye, aye, aye...!
Aye, aye, aye, aye...!
La, la, la, la, take me home!
Mommy, I'm comin' home
[Verse 3: T.I.]
With T.I.P. I'ma – mic check one-two-one-two
You wanna beef with the king, what is you gon' do?
Will you show up on the scene with the two guns drew?
Or you and your friend will play a little two on two?
If you knew half of what I knew, then you'd be hittin' the deck
I got a tool and a vest, so kid, get some respect
I'ma make it hard for another sucker to flex
Show 'em this ain't the squad for a sucker to test
Pimp my nuts too large and we way too fresh
Work well with Nines, AKs and TECs
We quick to check a lame like a game of chess
You wanna beef? Better bring your best and we'll be standin'—
[Chorus: T.I., (Lady Gaga), Beyoncé, D-Roc]
In your front yard yellin' (this beat is...)
Aye, all the hot girls yellin' put your hands up
Aye, all the DopeBoyz yellin' get low
Aye, from the back they yellin' — aye, oh
In the front yard yellin' (this beat is...)
Aye, all the hot girls yellin' put your hands up
Aye, all the DopeBoyz yellin' get low
Aye, from the back they yellin' — aye, oh
[Outro: Swizz Beatz, Alexander Ebert]
Hands in the air now!
Hands in the air now!
Put these hands in the air now!
Hands in the air now!
Put your hands in the air now!
Hands in the air now!
Put these hands in the air now!
Hands in the air now!
Home, let me come home
Home is wherever I'm with you
