[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]
