Gots To Go(Screwed & Chopped)

歌詞

Chorus: Aint no tellin where i might be i got places to go, and people to see aint no tellin where i end up i got shows to rock and hoes to fuck aint no tellin where i might go coast to coast or just next door but..i gots to go. verse: roll up on the tour bus, smokin a blunt then heard a duh duh duh duh what chya baby mama want? nothin but good fuckin, dick suckin, train runnin she lickin on my nuts, cocked to her ear she hear me cummin watchin me go, she swallowed cum, you kissed the hoe tongue and lip ooh! man you really lickin my ball "heard you fucked my baby mama last night?" "nigga, no." but she did bring me no seeds, sticks oh im lyin when come over cot lyin in her draws nigga all off in her draws, and thats your baby mother if it makes u feel better shes a good dick succkkker. chorus verse 2: my job takes me outta town, all expense paid wakin up with a hangover two thousand miles away its seems easy..weed, women, and wine four hours of sleep is all u get now its time to tally hoe to the show "ayy yo yo let it go" bust through the door, rockin dro and grab a hoe and get back in the van with some titties in hand let her meet ur new friend who's willing to spend the whole night, another flight, another gig, another city touchin on somebodys baby mama's titties niggas in the lobby, wonderin where their women are third floor having a lesbian bitch seminar cant get attached, i have a plane to catch i wish i coulda hit that, but ill be back "yo aint no tellin where im gonna be at, but you know..i gotta go" chorus verse 3: yeaa its the game of the chili circuit i might tendin in it im paperchasin and rappin but it aint no symonym my money aint a game so i aint worried bout winnin it im worried about makin it, stackin it and spendin it aint no pretending it dont make no world move same way u cant pretend my shit dont make ur girl groove see god work in mysterious ways, but i dont and the devil will make a deal wit yo ass, but i wont now you can have the cleanest paint job on ur truck 6 TVs, wood with leather seats stitched and tucked the biggest chrome rims playa i dont give a fuck if i holla at ur bitch, guarenteed she gettin fucked you can yell and you can scream, and you can fuss and u can fight like its the worst night of your life to me its just another night i aint carin bout ur drama, or breakin up ur home you just a joke for the crew and material for a song mayne chorus