Gots To Go Lyrics - Mta2: Baptized In Dirty Water - David Banner

[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 fuck 

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 fuckin' dick suckin' 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 nigga, nah 

But she did bring weed, no seeds, sticks all 

I'm lyin' when she come over, cock lyin' in her jaw 

Niggaz all up in her drawers 

And that's yo' baby mother 

If it makes you feel better, she's a good dick sucker (sucker) 

[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 let it 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 

Niggaz in the lobby wonderin' where their women are 

Third floor havin' a "Let's Become a Bitch 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 shit 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' ass 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 fuck 

If I holla at yo' bitch, 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]