Good To Go (Saints Row: The Third OST)

Chorus:]
Good to go [x4]
Fresh kicks (all day)
New fits (all right)
Drop hits (all day)
Then party (all night)
Good to? go [x4]
Fresh kicks (all day)
New fits (all right)
Drop hits (all day)
Then party (all night)

[Yelawolf:]
Walk wit a limp, and I talk wit a lingo
Party with a buncha bad girls in a Pinto
Run up on a [bad word] wit a dull pencil
Sharpen up a #2 on his new Benzo
Hit the brakes, all the way, you can do an endo
Put the bass in? your face, you can feel the tempo
Yela’s in your face, grab a stencil
You should wanna get a copy the style
I’ll lend yo [bad word]  the man so bad
From Alabama with banjo [bad word] back
Swing bass like I’m Rambo fix that
I don’t? wanna hear [bad word] buddy that’s that
Can’t get the buzz, go run back to the bar pick another drink get ready to go
Send me ya telephone number [bad word]  maybe when I’m ready to roll I’ll hit you wit the totem pole
But right now I’m

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[Bun B:]
Well boy you wanna do this [bad word]  well lets get to it
You already know Imma run right through it
I’m just like fluid, artifact like water
Come on be real I go a lil harder
Hide ya girlfriend, wife or daughter
Put it on a plate Imma serve ya order
Line em up, put em in place for the slaughta
Game over by the end of 1st quarter
Wake up hata rise? and shine
I’m a start when you ridin pine
I got yo main girl ridin mine
Her face in my lap as I recline
It’s grindin time and I declare
I’ll run my fingers through her hair
I run these streets? like marathon
You can’t touch me like Hammer, gone

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[Yelawolf:]
Don’t you know I got Bun in my front seat and we got these
(Poppers on the Chrome)
One time for ya boy Pimp (Pocket full of stones)
I gotta pocket full of stones cause I fell off? my dirt bike in cargo pants
I rock a microphone literally, lit up the track lyrically wit bottles cans
Pop a band, put a stack on it I’ll wad up his plans like Aquaman
Make a rapper run back to the studio retrace his steps like he dropped a gram
I’ll be damned, have ease baby, you don’t wanna run if ya rhythm aint ready
Sin syllables, beats edible, incredible, inevitably, GO!

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