Loading...
Vers:
A Trip Out of Town Lyrics
[skit]
[Busta Rhymes]
yo, it all began like, bust it
My nigga City bout to bounce on a trip
We met some niggas with alot of things they want
em to flip
I told my nigga get the dough and keep the blau
on your hip
Travel safe, you know that I'ma hold it down on
the strip
Good lookin, word to mother son I give you my wit
But when I get back, I'ma bounce straight to your
crib
On the strength, son slid until you to the
Greyhound
Wit a burner in the knapsack, headed straight
outta town
Now, three days pass I'm still on the strip
Doin hand to hand with twelve collapsible,
stashable clips
With little magnets on the side of the clips we
planted like a project
When police come we stick the clips in any metal
object
Throwin a nigga on the walls and try to search me
down
I laugh knowin that my stash'll never be found
Well anyway, on the third day, son came straight
to the strip
Wit a new floss and shiny shoes on the whip
My nigga hit me with the latest, greatest
He told me get inside the whip so I can know just
what the up to date is
He said he fuckin wit some Guyanese niggas how
ill them niggas is
What kind of dough they get, and how they handle
they biz
How they connect with Jamaician niggas who speak
American
And how they chains swung a medallion iced out
pelicans
And how they stay wit four pounders
And speak American to try to blend in
Like they aint obvious out of towners
Okay, I've never heard of workers gettin five G's
pay
For trips that last for only 2-3 day
How these Guyanese niggas be eatin pasta but they
love zucchini
Rockin valor tennis suits by Sergio Tecchini
Them type of cats that call you because you can't
call 'em
Rockin baseball fitters with wild animal skins on
'em
How they rock silks and tailor made pants
And get a matching bally shoe for the silk to
step in the dance
Washrags hangin from every one of our back
pockets
>From every fine wine to champagne them niggas'll
straight cop it
And set up shops in them neighborhoods that was
residential
Rock laced whips while the workers'll floss the
latest rentals
How they fuck with arrogant bitches who act pussy
And love to hustle wit niggas and stash coke up
in they pussy
After all of that I wanted ones
The way my nigga was talkin so next trip I went
to bounce with son
So now we out of town with Guyanese cats
Up in they gates bubbling packages and layin wit
gats
Shit was slow until the main fiend was offed
Just like a thief in the night
And spread the word that we was back with the
white
[Intermission]
Ayo why don't you tell that crackhead to close
the fuckin door
and shut the fuck up
Yeah man and clean the motherfucking spot up,
smell like...
Break the fuckin breakdown in the working city...
yo go get the plates
and the gym star
Yo light that up, lemme hit that, gimme a light,
yeah man cut that
Fuck this shit
[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, see how we blowin pa
The lookout niggas holdin fort like they was
watchtowers
Buggin on how we went through, a half a brick
every couple of hours
So on and so on, shit is good and we eatin
First nigga to short a package will catch the
most brutal beatin
The whole town, see we now own it
Carryin on and blemishing all in the hearts of
the best moments
We stackin cheddar now and shit is all clear
And we was growin as workin niggas wit aspiring
ideas
We love to floss and the feeling of pushing
chrome shit
But in the grand scheme these niggas'll love to
have they own shit
Now these niggas was really ready to swell up
We decided to separate from them niggas and make
our shit develop
Off in to the wilderness of the wicked Husid
We set up shops and watched the games begin
So now we ballin like a motherfucker, money was
sick
Gas on the cheddar and these bitches ridin the
dick
Fuckin everything from the local McDonald's
bitches with the biggest ass
To attorney bitches that'll beat a charge fast
We used to takin niggas' custies and leave they
set up on tilt
And watch 'em angrily scheme on the shit that we
built
Aint it funny how shit transpire in fact
Not too long after our ride we took the winner's
stash, house was at
Some niggas tried to run a jook with things in
they palm
Not a problem so immediately reach for the john
Right away the gun BUST! straight lifted a nigga
How we moved his organs with kickback, shifted a
nigga
Wild shots fire, everybody scatter like rats
Leavin nothing but gunpowder and a trail of smoke
in these gats
Now we got this faggot nigga blood on our hands
But fuck it, determined to fulfill the best of
these plans
Shit was hot but we was nowhere near ready to
fall
My son said he shot, but he wasn't bleeding at
all
Word, I started buggin when my nigga said he feel
cold
Then I looked up on the right side of his shirt
and found a little hole
So as we continue to radically blaze the fifth
Flame the iron, not giving a fuck, y'all niggas
wanna rip?
Well we deaded three out of the four niggas who
tried to jook
One nigga slid and think he got off the hook
Now let me find out one out of them three niggas
we bodied
Was one of them Guyanese niggas who buy drinks up
for the party
He was the nigga to flood the table with
champagnes
Stupid motherfucker tried to front, we had to
leak his brain
Suddenly my nigga fell to the floor
And said his legs feel like them shits aint got
no feelins no more
More the actin up the more the shit I felt in my
gut
The shit was all over as soon as the director
said CUT!
That's a wrap, good actin motherfuckers, good
actin
That's the shit I'm talkin about
Y'all ready to watch the playback?
Fuck around, that shit'll be a box office smash
motherfuckers
[applause]
THE END
Versuri similare:
Cautari legate de Sixty Watt Shaman - New Trip (In Album Ultra Electric)
Videoclip Melodie
