Travelin Girl

Dude from the South)
 Yo, whassup dawg?
 Yo, ain't you Dwele, man?
 Man, you got a nice lil' girl right there witcha, too.
 She hot, man. Where y'all from, you from Detroit?
 Heard that man, yo, welcome to the South dawg.
 Them, yo, man them fronts, ain't hittin' on nothin tho dawg
 You gotta get some diamonds in ya mouth man
 I'ma take you over here to mah mans an'nem.
 Yeah, he'll hook you up, dawg... real good nah'mean?
 (Verse 1)
 Detroit... Lady
 I know you goin' crazy
 Everyday to the movies
 Friday's to Ruby Tuesday's
 When was the last time
 You left the city and moved around
 Cleveland and Chi-town, they don't count
 I'm talkin' 'bout flyin'
 More than a hour flight
 Shoney's, Waffle House delight
 You need some highway in ya life
 But don't bring no (purse?)
 Cop that when you get there... oooooooh
 (Chorus)
 We can go... dirt down South
 We can get Bro's gold fronts for our mouth
 Temporaries... just for the week
 Let's see the world
 Hop in my... Chrysler 300
 Throw some longhorns... on the front bumper
 Just for the week... let's see the world
 My travelin' girl
 (Verse 2)
 So, you think you will travel (ooh)
 You seen the states, and, see the places
 You ate the food, seen many faces
 But you ain't seen it all
 You ain't never walked into
 A store to find yo' dollar ain't shit
 Find depression thru pounds and pence
 And baby, that's my word
 And... you ain't never stepped into
 The street to look for traffic to find...
 ...it's not in front of you, it's behind
 You move just in time to catch the bird... flip
 You'll find out when you get there... ohhhh
 (Chorus 2)
 We can go... to London
 Bring your umbrella, it's probably rainin'
 No sunshine, but no complainin'
 'cause we seein' the world (fly with me)
 Picadilly Square... to Camden
 Jazz cafe... walk right in
 Catch a free show, 'fore we see the world
 My travelin' girl
 (Bridge)
 First first stop Paris, France like a supastar
 Hop hop on the stage make 'em (*something in French*)
 Next next stop, Primo Concierto Italia
 Bella bella, hold me down, I call 'em my frittalia
 Third third stop Germany, come backstage
 Bored in this hotel, might not (?)
 All all these places my lady I been before
 But I ain't never been to Monaco, so...
 (Chorus 3)
 We can go... to Monaco
 No yacht, but, we can rent a boat
 With the paddles, but we could roll slow
 And see the world
 Make love ripples... by the boat drift
 Drink champipple... the semi-cheap shit
 Just for the week, let's see the world
 My travelin' girl
 And, we can go... straight to the moon
 Close your eyes and... let's make it true
 Don't need no... astrosuit
 To leave this world... and
 We won't need... no spaceship
 Just some oils... and a tight grip
 For lift off... and we heaven sent
 My travelin' girl