I Gotta Go

Time for some comedy
Word
I been a little too serious on this album
Bout time to do some comedy
Word up

[ VERSE 1: Master Rob ]
Well, here we go, on with the show
Now pay attention because you might blow
Ever been in a spot you didn't wanna be?
Around nonsense and negativity?
Well it happened to be more than twice
(Like three times?)
So listen as I shoot the dice
The other day I went to the Castle
Party was jumpin, bass was pumpin
Strolled through the crowds in my silk suits
In my Bally boots, the girls said I was cute
(That nigga fresh)
Looked over my shoulder, on the left
I saw a sight that made me lose my breath
Sittin at the bar, fresh out the hairdresser
She was lookin good, I wanted to carress her
(Come here, baby)
I said, "Excuse me, my name is Rob"
Now don't think, let me buy you a drink
So we can chit-chat for a few
(You know)
Bacardi and Coke, and I'll have one too
Now back to you, what's your name?
I gotta know cause it's drivin me insane
(My name is Cindy, you think you could win me
Over a drink, please it doesn't send me)
Then she went into her Fendi
Put out a vial, a stem, and when she
Inhaled the smoke, her eyes rolled back
Sittin there smokin lackalack
(She buggin)
So I picked up my drink, got out my chair
She started to pout
But I didn't care cause I was out

Knomsayin Giz?
Smokin them lackalacks and shit
You know?
She wanted me to get with her
Knowmsayin?
I ain't with that
You know
(I gotta go, see ya!)

[ VERSE 2: Master Rob ]
On a Friday night I went to the White Stone
Trains are a drag, so I took a cab
Stepped out the OJ, went inside the complex
I had a cold, so I bought a pack of Contrax
Looked in the corner, there was a fat man
Scalpin tickets of Batman
So I bought one, it didn't matter a bit
As long as I see the flick
(I'ma see this movie)
Damn it was dark in the theater
Lookin for a seat, steppin on feet
Finally I got to an empty chair
Cigarettes and buddha filled the air
I overheard a conversation behind me
Someone tellin his boy, "I'm gonna find me
A victim that I can stick"
Glanced at the kid, seen a nine and a clip
And he had on a vest, so I knew he wasn't frontin
And from his face he had to be thirty-somethin
Word, he was schemin and plottin
Lookin for jewels, so he could start poppin
Got up from my seat
Put my rope in my shirt cause I roll one deep
Him and his man got up from their seat
Snatched the chain and the kid complained
Then I heard the nine and a loud shot
No time to be nosy, hops, cause I was out

Knowmsayin?
I ain't gettin shot for nobody
Word up
Ain't tryina be nosy in this world
(I gotta go, see ya!)

[ VERSE 3: Master Rob ]
One time I had a show in Virginia
I can't recall the town, but here's what went down
I arrived at the club a little late
(Word?)
Promoter started yellin like Mr. Slate
Yak-yak-yak, he almost got slapped
Throwin bass at my face like a 808
I said, "Don't worry, this show'll go on
Just get the papers ready, word is bond"
The promoter said, "Cool
Go ahead and perform and see me in my room"
I said, "Excuse me, let me tell you somethin, yo
I want the dough or there won't be a show, you know"
I didn't mean to flip
But I gotta get paid in order to rip
Up the mic just like Freddie Krueger
Shootin lyrics like I'm a German Luger
The promoter returned and he said
"I'm short on cash but instead
Let me write you out a check"
He was a better actor than Gregory Peck
I said, "Don't worry, troop, now here's the scoop"
And without a doubt
Yo, I was out