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"Let’s Go" Lyrics - Travis Barker Ft. Yelawolf, Twista, Busta Rhymes & Lil Jon


Travis Barker Ft. Yelawolf, Twista, Busta Rhymes & Lil Jon - Let’s Go Lyrics

[Intro]

[Busta Rhymes]
Before I
Tell ya that im in it just give everybody a movie
They never seen imma hit ‘em with another elbow
Let me get up everybody, on your mark, so ya ready? Lets go
WOW! Ok, here we go again you see the way I’m blowin and
I’m like a mangala the way I be mangalin the beat
they call me DRACULA then you see the FANGS goin in
WOW! Uh huh, everybody know that imma come and imma go
Then I gotta(??) my show
keys to the ignition and step on the gas
and bust a bottle a pour me shot in my glass
where we at where we at WHERE WE AT?
And we back up in the building and we coming with a scorcher
Yall aready know who it is its Busta Bust and Travis Barker
Back seat of me see we gotta go when we hit the fire trucks everybody better know
That we bout to let it blow and we gotta get it you, everybody if your rollin wit me
(Lets go)

[Hook- Lil Jon]
Hey, lets go, lets go, lets go
Hey, lets go, lets go, lets go
Hey, lets go, lets go, lets go

[Twista]
I already spit it to the rhythm of the piano so now I gotta give the drummer some
Put the T up on the track will be phenomenal cuz when it come to havin a hit imma have another one.
Blink 182 times when you the Twista with Travis, madness
Kind of like a savage, grab it and murder it with the ? blood
Im a canvas and its kinda incredible how I spit it and get up of middle intricate piles of a kick drum.
Diabolical, the lyrical flow that’ll swallow if you theoretical thinkin that you can get some.
Imma hit’em with the Lamborghini flow with the speed of a Bugatti
I’m from another planet when I spit a verse with the weed in my body. And imma…
Hurt ‘em every time I get up in the booth, sippin on the liquor 182 proof
Mad when they that shit they neva let me loose outta the cage and seem what imma do
Its Twista the jace and the rock on the track, and hit cha with the Midwest flow
Even if you aint ready yet, all I gotta say is ready set, (lets go)

[Hook]

[Yelawolf]
Drive by, hit chu with the two piece combo while I’m hangin out the window of your Daddy’s Lambo
Scramble eggs, I got scrambled ammo, leave you on top of the water like a banana boat
Yea I’m an animal, everybody’s edible and Yelawolf is headed fo’ your arm and hand and yo….head, I’m a cannibal.
BUT if it’s a man (?) so I can fuck and antelope
Soooo, send him to me in a minute when your finished and ill put him in a vice grip
ill put an end to the image and send it (?) fuckin with the mic grill
(?) pull the trigger back in a submarine with sub machine loaded, in an ocean, high deep, keep him on the submarine imploded
cry my name mothaf-cker bomb an osis, me and im sick in the prog(a)nosis,
got more bars than 45(?) and I put you behind them and I’m like adios bitch
I can make your mamma really proud to know me, and your buck daddy is kinda lonely.
Give me fifty bucks in penny rolls just to be in one of my videos yea homie lets go.

[Chorus]

Devil’s Got A Hold Lyrics by Travis Barker Ft. Slaughterhouse


Travis Barker Ft. Slaughterhouse - Devil’s Got A Hold Lyrics

[Hook]
I tossed I turn, cant sleep at night
I punch, I kick, I claw, I bite
It seems that I can’t win this fight
Hands together if you there tell ‘em leave me alone
Devils got a hold of me
Devils got a hold of me
Devils got a hold of me
(Devils got a hold of me)

[Joell Ortiz]
Pen in my right hand, beat on repeat
He hates when I’m writing so the thing on my nightstand starts ringing, lighting up,
vibrating and all that
I don’t wanna see no wall crack
I just wanna perform at the biggest place in the World cause I’m dope like them four packs
Sitting in, writes on my window sill
Making sure everything stays on chill
? wearing all white ? Sayin’ pay yo bills
So that raw metaphor that I thought of before
I don’t remember no more cause I just ran out the door to meet a fiend by the store
And I heard “so you off touring?”
I turn and seen his whore that I used to fiend for that aint never let me score
Looking at me like I’m something she aint never ever saw
So a one hour run somehow turned into 24
Wifey callin’, I hit ignore
My priorities is poor, listen Lord

[Hook]

[Royca Da 5'9']
(Nickel)
My life is like a box of chocolates, I work hard for it
Plus I am awkward, uh
I am an addict’s son, plus I am an addict son!
I am an 8k addict, uh, Travis drums
I am the lead done factor thats why I got an edge on rappers
I am red rum backwards
I see your crew and get deep so you can respect it, jump me
I signed a deal with my maker, Satan’s my record company
I got a k canon, I buy chincillas
My bitches rocking luci-furr after they say Tannon
Now can you say tannon better yet say Dannon
The coupe look just like yoghurt, I fly I aint landing
I am the bank bandit
I got a buying problem
I goes in and walk out with all the money but I aint rob ‘em

[Hook]

[Joe Budden]
I’m talking, I’m talking,
He talks, I listen
GPS on my position
Just living, just hanging out with the opposition
Can’t take the heat, get the f-ck out the kitchen
Stupid, ya’ll, think it was just me
I belong in prison crazy by my own admission
On a mission to grab a podium
Let me tell the public that I’m self-destructive
I aint looking for no help, f-ck it
Look for a way to get high
I’m still alive, 6 million ways to die and still a few more left to try
?
We just going back and forth feeling like tenants standing underneath rain
What are we sayin’, friends and family wanted me to change
But its too late cause my feet is getting comfy on the flames, check it
I don’t wanna be another n-gga with no gold
No fame, success, n-gga, no hope
Sleep in the corner in Soho
My uppers down, its no dough
F-ck it they aint put me under yet
Think what you wish I aint got one regret

[Hook]

[Crooked I]
My automobile is not a Bentley
He knows that my pockets empty
The devil, so consequently he gotta tempt me
Standing on the block, you should not offend me
I rock a semi, like Prada Fendi, I don’t think the spirit of God is in me
Just wicked wispers of scriptures, satan is narrating
I heard you got a safe in your crib so I’m there waiting
Nobody safe in your crib, when I’m in that staircase I’m bare-faced
Possessed by what you possess, I’m hell raising
And I just left somebody’s father a quadriplegic
Told em not to move or get shot to Egypt
He did not believe it
He’s losing blood and I’m cold blooded like I’m anemic
I need a doctor I’m psychotic maybe I should watch The Secret
Or see a Priest and I might just chill
Or will I blow ‘em outta the confession booth like on Righteous Kill
Kill, kill, kill, God when I write this will
I hope I seek some forgiveness cause my life was real

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