A Trip Out of Town (Amended Version)-Busta Rhymes

歌手 : Busta Rhymes

专辑 : Anarchy

语种 : 英语

时长 : 05:25

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TXT A Trip Out of Town (Amended Version)-Busta Rhymes 文本歌词

Busta Rhymes

Yo it all began like bust it

My ni**a City bout to bounce on a trip

We met some niggas with alot of things they want em to flip

I told my ni**a 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 ni**a 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 ni**a 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 f**kin 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 ain't 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 f**k with arrogant b**ches who act p**sy

And love to hustle wit niggas and stash coke up in they p**sy

After all of that I wanted ones

The way my ni**a 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

Sh*t 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 f**kin door

And shut the f**k up

Yeah man and clean the motherf**king spot up smell like

Break the f**kin 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

F**k this sh*t

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 sh*t is good and we eatin

First ni**a 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 sh*t is all clear

And we was growin as workin niggas wit aspiring ideas

We love to floss and the feeling of pushing chrome sh*t

But in the grand scheme these niggas'll love to have they own sh*t

Now these niggas was really ready to swell up

We decided to separate from them niggas and make our sh*t 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 motherf**ker money was sick

Gas on the cheddar and these b**ches ridin the dick

F**kin everything from the local McDonald's b**ches with the biggest a**

To attorney b**ches 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 sh*t that we built

Ain't it funny how sh*t 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 ni**a

How we moved his organs with kickback shifted a ni**a

Wild shots fire everybody scatter like rats

Leavin nothing but gunpowder and a trail of smoke in these gats

Now we got this faggot ni**a blood on our hands

But f**k it determined to fulfill the best of these plans

Sh*t 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 ni**a 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 f**k y'all niggas wanna rip

Well we deaded three out of the four niggas who tried to jook

One ni**a 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 ni**a to flood the table with champagnes

Stupid m**********r tried to front we had to leak his brain

Suddenly my ni**a fell to the floor

And said his legs feel like them shits ain't got no feelins no more

More the actin up the more the sh*t I felt in my gut

The sh*t was all over as soon as the director said CUT

That's a wrap good actin motherf**kers good actin

That's the sh*t I'm talkin about

Y'all ready to watch the playback

F**k around that sh*t'll be a box office smash motherf**kers

applause

THE END