[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]