[Intro: TaRaach, (scratches by TaRaach)]
("GO!")
("C'monnnn!") ("And on, and on, and on!")
("Ahhh shit!")
Ahhh, shit! C'mon...
It's all love, ma
("You know how n***as get in the club
Shit, you know how I be, all liquored up")
("And on, and on!")
It's CRAC Knuck in this muhfuck' ("Talkin' shit")
Yeahhh, let's go...

[Chorus: Blu, (Ta'Raach)]
Yeah... baby, baby... (Sing it!)
Love don't motivate me (No!)
I gotta have locomotion (Yeah!)
Keep it movin' with no promo (Now c'mon...)

I'm talkin... sayin'... (Go!)
Baby, baby (Baby...)
Love don't motivate me (Baby, look...)

[Verse 1: Ta'Raach]
It goes... (CLAP, CLAP!) a hand (CLAP, CLAP!)
When you realize you really need a hand (CLAP, BACK!)
You planned (PACK-PACKED!)
Then ran for it, toward it (Go'on!)
Toothbrush, jeans and T's (Floor it!)
Lord, it's a shame (Huh)
Gorgeous dame (Yeah!)
I didn't know the song until the chorus came (SLAP, SLAP!)
The bang (BAP! POW!) of pain (Strange... thangs...)
Press it (You 'bout to miss your exit!) – change lanes
Lessons – you gotta trust yo' essence to king
Queens of the city screenin' blue skies orange
Beautiful, dirty love is a new high for 'em
Pouring a poem into a foreign mind, soaring
I'ma... cutting'straight to the chase
Ya seen that drive was the only way to get up in her face and her eyes
Success, uh-huh
I see the "yes" in your cries, so I defend ya (Yeah)
'til the day that I fly (Get live!)
[Pre-Chorus: sample]
("Whole squad get it down like this
Whole squad gettin' rounds of Cris'
Whole squad gettin' crowns on wrist
Whole squad got a pound to twist
Whole squad got a pound to spit in case a clown wanna flip")

[Verse 2: Blu]
As if I wasn't already down
Tried to drown my sorrow in a bottle of Crown
Prayin' tomorrow shines brighter than now
Or I'll be livin' life flyin' in the clouds
Tryna pipe it down, tryna let it go
Or find time to write it down
'Cause everywhere I go I get to smokin' wit ma folks
Or drinkin' wit ma peeps, schemin' wit some hoe
So I'm tryna slow it down, trynna handle biz
'Cause really it's a blessing that I ain't got kids
But I got 11 siblings, so it's like I got kids (Yup!)
And really if I did, then the last few years I wasn't handlin' my biz
Kinda like Nas when he dropped Illmatic (Uh-huh)
And MC Serch waked away with his masters (Damn!)
Had ta go to church and have a word with the pastor
Seconds away from just sprayin' these bastards
Everybody's after somethin', but...
I ain't have nothin' much
Hoppin' off the bus to bust on somebody's couch (Damn...)
NO HOUSE
So every night you goin' out –
Never bringin' nothin' home, 'cause yo home is homie's couch
Ouch!
And this is not the way I seen my life pannin' out...
(You got to have locomotion)
Yeah, and keep it movin' wit
(No commotion)
And let's GO...

[Chorus: Blu]
Baby, baby...
Love don't motivate me
I gotta have locomotion
Keep it movin' with no promo

Baby, baby...
Love don't motivate me
(No commotion... I keep it movin' wit... )

[Final Chorus: Blu, (Ta'Raach)]
Baby, baby... (Sing it!)
Love don't motivate me (No!)
I gotta have locomotion (Yeah!)
And keep it movin' with no commotion (Now c'mon...)

Baby, baby... (Sing it!)
Love don't motivate me
No commo'...