Gots to Go
Bun B Lyrics
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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
[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]
The song "Gots to Go" by Bun B is a celebratory anthem that showcases the lavish lifestyle of successful rap artists. Devin the Dude's chorus opens the song with a list of activities that convey the freedom of not being tied down to any place because of their never-ending professional commitments. David Banner's verse describes a situation where a rapper is on a tour bus and receives a call from someone who is supposedly his baby momma. The verse talks about how the woman is interested only in having sex with the rapper and is willing to perform any tasks to please him. This shows the man's carefree attitude towards relationships and the lack of commitment to anything other than his rap hustle.
Devin the Dude's second verse revolves around the topic of work and how sometimes it takes rappers to different parts of the country. The rap artist talks about how his job is an all-expense-paid travel gig that involves drugs, women, and partying. The lyrics portray the journey as easy, with the only goal being to satisfy the rapper's lustful desires. The final verse by Bun B talks about the rapper's obsession with making money, spending it on luxuries, and not getting involved in meaningless drama. The lyrics show that the only commitment for successful rap artists is to fame and fortune.
Line by Line Meaning
Ain't no tellin' where I might be
I have a busy schedule and many places to go
I got places to go and people to see
I have important commitments that I need to attend to
Ain't no tellin' where I'll end up
My schedule is unpredictable, and I could end up anywhere
I got shows to rock and hoes to fuck
I have performances to give and sexual encounters to pursue
Ain't no tellin' where I might go
My travel plans are constantly changing
Coast to Coast or just next do' (door)
I could be traveling anywhere from one coast to another or just going next door
But, I gots to go, I gots to go
I must leave now and attend to my commitments
Roll up on that tour bus, smokin' a blunt
I arrive on my tour bus while smoking marijuana
Then heard a (dunn dunn dunn dunn dunn!) what yo' baby momma want?
I hear a knock on the bus and realize my baby mama is seeking my attention
Nothin' but good fuckin' dick suckin' train runnin'
She is seeking sexual encounters with me and the crew
She lickin' on my nuts, talk to her if she hear me comin'
She is performing oral sex on me and is willing to talk if she hears me approaching
Watchin' me go
I am leaving the bus and my baby mama is watching me depart
She swallowed cum, you kissed a hoe
I inform my baby mama that she engaged in sexual activities with others, so she is no longer desirable
Tongue and lip, all
She engaged in oral sex with the crew
Man you really lickin' my balls
She performed oral sex on me
Heard you for my baby momma last night nigga, nah
I heard about my baby mama's activities last night and no longer desire her
But she did bring weed, no seeds, sticks all
She brought good quality marijuana but is still undesirable
I'm lyin' when she come over, cock lyin' in her jaw
I pretend that I am engaged in sexual activities with her while she performs oral sex on me
Niggaz all up in her drawers
Other men have had sexual encounters with her
And that's yo' baby mother
The woman I am referring to is your baby mama
If it makes you feel better, she's a good dick sucker (sucker)
I am sarcastically letting the man know that his baby mama is good at performing oral sex
My Job takes me out of town on all-expense paid
My profession requires me to travel, and my employers cover all of my expenses
Wakin' up with a hangover 2,000 miles away
I wake up with a headache after a long distance flight
It seems easy: weed, women, and wine
My lifestyle involves smoking marijuana, engaging with women, and drinking wine
Four hours of sleep is all you get - now it's time
I only get a few hours of sleep before it's time to move on to the next commitment
To tally hoe to the show, a yo, yo let it go
Time to leave for the show, let's go
Bust through the do' (door), rag & flow and grab my hoe
I enter the venue with confidence, grab my microphone and start performing
And get back in the van with some titties in hand
After the performance, I get into the van holding onto some female fans' breasts
Let her meet ya new friend, who's willing to spend
I introduce the woman to my new friend who is ready to spend time with her
The whole night? Another flight another gig another city
I have a busy schedule with another flight, another gig, in another city
Touchin' on somebody's baby momma's titties
I am engaging in sexual activities with someone's baby mama
Niggaz in the lobby wonderin' where their women are
Men waiting in the lobby are wondering where their girlfriends or wives are
Third floor havin' a "Let's Become a Bitch Seminar"
There is a group of women on the third floor who are becoming promiscuous with various people
Can't get attached, I got a plane to catch
I can't get attached to anyone because I need to catch a flight
I wish I could a hit that but I'll be back
I desire to spend time with the woman again if I am able to come back to the city
Yeeah, man this the king of the chillin' circuit, I'm aight, ten in it
I am a well-known musical artist, and I am confident about my status
I'm paper chasin' and rap hustlin' it ain't no synonym
I am hustling in the music industry to make money
My money ain't a game so I ain't worried bout winnin' it
I am not competing to win money because I am making enough through my music career
I'm worried bout makin' it, stackin' it and spendin' it (and spendin' it)
I am focused on making, saving, and spending my money
Ain't no pretendin' it don't make the world move
I am aware that money makes the world go round
Same way you can't pretend my shit don't make yo' girl groove
You cannot deny that my music makes your girl dance
See, God work in myterious ways but I don't (don't)
I do not rely on faith or destiny to drive my career, unlike God's mysterious ways
And the devil will make a deal wit yo' ass but I won't (won't)
I do not compromise my values or beliefs in the same way that the devil might make a deal with someone
Now you can have the cleanest paint job on ya trucks
Your possessions do not impress me
Six T.V.s, wood wit leather seats, stitched and tucked
The luxurious features of your vehicle are meaningless to me
The biggest chrome rims, playa, I don't give a fuck
The size of your rims does not impress me either
If I holla at yo' bitch, guarantee she gettin' buck
If I approach your girlfriend, I can guarantee she will be excited
You can yell and you can scream and you can fuss and you can fight
You can be angry with me, but it does not matter to me
Like it's the worst night in yo' life, to me it's just another night
Although you might feel like it's the worst night of your life, it's just another night for me
I ain't carin' bout ya drama (uh uh), or breakin' up ya home
I do not care about your problems or family life
You just a joke for the crew and material for a song, main
You are just a source of entertainment for my crew, and I might turn your story into a song
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network
Written by: BERNARD JAMES FREEMAN, DAVID BANNER
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