Bun B - Gots to Go lyrics

[Chorus: Devin the Dude] Ain't no tellin' where I might be I got places to go and people to see Ain't no tellin' where I'll end up I got shows to rock and hoes to f** Ain't no tellin' where I might go Coast to Coast or just next do' (door) But, I gots to go, I gots to go Eh, eh, (I gots to go) eh (go), eh, eh, eh (gotta go) [Verse 1: David Banner] Roll up on that tour bus, smokin' a blunt Then heard a (dunn dunn dunn dunn dunn!) what yo' baby momma want? Nothin' but good f**in' dick s**in' train runnin' She lickin' on my nuts, talk to her if she hear me comin' Watchin' me go She swallowed cum, you kissed a hoe Tongue and lip, all Man you really lickin' my balls Heard you for my baby momma last night n***a, nah But she did bring weed, no seeds, sticks all I'm lyin' when she come over, co*k lyin' in her jaw n***as all up in her drawers And that's yo' baby mother If it makes you feel better, she's a good dick s**er (s**er) [Chorus: Devin the Dude] [Verse 2: Devin the Dude] My Job takes me out of town on all-expense paid Wakin' up with a hangover 2,000 miles away It seems easy: weed, women, and wine Four hours of sleep is all you get - now it's time To tally hoe to the show, a yo, yo there they go Bust through the do' (door), rag & flow and grab my hoe And get back in the van with some titties in hand Let her meet ya new friend, who's willing to spend The whole night? Another flight another gig another city Touchin' on somebody's baby momma's titties n***as in the lobby wonderin' where their women are Third floor havin' a "Let's Become a b**h Seminar" Can't get attached, I got a plane to catch I wish I could a hit that but I'll be back [Devin the Dude talking] Yo, (huh) ain't no tellin' where I'm a be at But you know, out the do' (door) uh huh [Chorus: Devin the Dude] [Verse 3: Bun B] Yeeah, man this the king of the chillin' circuit, I'm aight, ten in it I'm paper chasin' and rap hustlin' it ain't no synonym My money ain't a game so I ain't worried bout winnin' it I'm worried bout makin' it, stackin' it and spendin' it (and spendin' it) Ain't no pretendin' it don't make the world move Same way you can't pretend my sh** don't make yo' girl groove See, God work in myterious ways but I don't (don't) And the devil will make a deal wit yo' a** but I won't (won't) Now you can have the cleanest paint job on ya trucks Six T.V.s, wood wit leather seats, stitched and tucked The biggest chrome rims, playa, I don't give a f** If I holla at yo' b**h, guarantee she gettin' buck You can yell and you can scream and you can fuss and you can fight Like it's the worst night in yo' life, to me it's just another night I ain't carin' bout ya drama (uh uh), or breakin' up ya home You just a joke for the crew and material for a song, main [Chorus: Devin the Dude]