Lyrics A Trip Out of Town.lrc Busta Rhymes
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[ar: Busta Rhymes]
[al: Anarchy]
[ti: A Trip Out of Town]
[length: 05:26]
[00:13.75](Busta Rhymes)
[00:49.89]Yo, it all began like, bust it
[00:51.68]My nigga City bout to bounce on a trip
[00:53.63]We met some niggas with alot of things they want em to flip
[00:56.26]I told my nigga get the dough and keep the blau on your hip
[00:58.80]Travel safe, you know that I’ma hold it down on the strip
[01:01.27]Good lookin, word to mother son I give you my wit
[01:03.98]But when I get back, I’ma bounce straight to your crib
[01:06.41]On the strength, son slid until you to the Greyhound
[01:09.17]Wit a burner in the knapsack, headed straight outta town
[01:12.10]Now, three days pass I’m still on the strip
[01:14.85]Doin hand to hand with twelve collapsible, stashable clips
[01:17.14]With little magnets on the side of the clips we planted like a project
[01:20.25]When police come we stick the clips in any metal object
[01:23.37]Throwin a nigga on the walls and try to search me down
[01:26.07]I laugh knowin that my stash’ll never be found
[01:28.14]Well anyway, on the third day, son came straight to the strip
[01:31.47]Wit a new floss and shiny shoes on the whip
[01:33.67]My nigga hit me with the latest, greatest
[01:35.18]He told me get inside the whip so I can know just what the up to date is
[01:37.33]He said he f**kin wit some Guyanese niggas how ill them niggas is
[01:41.03]What kind of dough they get, and how they handle they biz
[01:43.98]How they connect with Jamaician niggas who speak American
[01:46.56]And how they chains swung a medallion iced out pelicans
[01:49.02]And how they stay wit four pounders
[01:52.07]And speak American to try to blend in
[01:53.92]Like they aint obvious out of towners
[01:55.26]Okay, I’ve never heard of workers gettin five G’s pay
[01:57.50]For trips that last for only 2-3 day
[02:00.37]How these Guyanese niggas be eatin pasta but they love zucchini
[02:02.73]Rockin valor tennis suits by Sergio Tecchini
[02:05.46]Them type of cats that call you because you can’t call ’em
[02:08.36]Rockin baseball fitters with wild animal skins on ’em
[02:10.91]How they rock silks and tailor made pants
[02:13.49]And get a matching bally shoe for the silk to step in the dance
[02:16.24]Washrags hangin from every one of our back pockets
[02:18.82]>From every fine wine to champagne them niggas’ll straight cop it
[02:21.37]And set up shops in them neighborhoods that was residential
[02:23.82]Rock laced whips while the workers’ll floss the latest rentals
[02:26.13]How they f**k with arrogant bitches who act pussy
[02:28.84]And love to hustle wit niggas and stash coke up in they pussy
[02:31.93]After all of that I wanted ones
[02:35.09]The way my nigga was talkin so next trip I went to bounce with son
[02:37.39]So now we out of town with Guyanese cats
[02:39.79]Up in they gates bubbling packages and layin wit gats
[02:42.36]Shit was slow until the main fiend was offed
[02:44.96]Just like a thief in the night
[02:46.33]And spread the word that we was back with the white
[02:48.04](Intermission)
[02:51.34]”Ayo why don’t you tell that crackhead to close the f**kin door
[02:52.62]And shut the f**k up”
[02:53.77]”Yeah man and clean the motherf**king spot up, smell like…”
[02:57.58]”Break the f**kin breakdown in the working city… yo go get the plates
[03:02.00]And the gym star”
[03:04.34]”Yo light that up, lemme hit that, gimme a light, yeah man cut that”
[03:04.80]”F**k this shit”
[03:05.47](Busta Rhymes)
[03:06.46]Yeah, see how we blowin pa
[03:06.97]The lookout niggas holdin fort like they was watchtowers
[03:08.37]Buggin on how we went through, a half a brick every couple of hours
[03:09.83]So on and so on, shit is good and we eatin
[03:11.40]First nigga to short a package will catch the most brutal beatin
[03:13.93]The whole town, see we now own it
[03:16.70]Carryin on and blemishing all in the hearts of the best moments
[03:19.72]We stackin cheddar now and shit is all clear
[03:22.53]And we was growin as workin niggas wit aspiring ideas
[03:25.24]We love to floss and the feeling of pushing chrome shit
[03:28.34]But in the grand scheme these niggas’ll love to have they own shit
[03:30.91]Now these niggas was really ready to swell up
[03:33.86]We decided to separate from them niggas and make our shit develop
[03:36.18]Off in to the wilderness of the wicked Husid
[03:38.96]We set up shops and watched the games begin
[03:41.09]So now we ballin like a motherf**ker, money was sick
[03:43.47]Gas on the cheddar and these bitches ridin the dick
[03:46.35]F**kin everything from the local McDonald’s bitches with the biggest ass
[03:49.28]To attorney bitches that’ll beat a charge fast
[03:51.74]We used to takin niggas’ custies and leave they set up on tilt
[03:54.72]And watch ’em angrily scheme on the shit that we built
[03:57.42]Aint it funny how shit transpire in fact
[03:59.68]Not too long after our ride we took the winner’s stash, house was at
[04:02.47]Some niggas tried to run a jook with things in they palm
[04:05.14]Not a problem so immediately reach for the john
[04:07.96]Right away the gun BUST! straight lifted a nigga
[04:10.45]How we moved his organs with kickback, shifted a nigga
[04:12.64]Wild shots fire, everybody scatter like rats
[04:15.10]Leavin nothing but gunpowder and a trail of smoke in these gats
[04:18.86]Now we got this faggot nigga blood on our hands
[04:21.42]But f**k it, determined to fulfill the best of these plans
[04:24.17]Shit was hot but we was nowhere near ready to fall
[04:26.54]My son said he shot, but he wasn’t bleeding at all
[04:29.08]Word, I started buggin when my nigga said he feel cold
[04:31.91]Then I looked up on the right side of his shirt and found a little hole
[04:34.54]So as we continue to radically blaze the fifth
[04:37.62]Flame the iron, not giving a f**k, y’all niggas wanna rip?
[04:40.11]Well we deaded three out of the four niggas who tried to jook
[04:42.76]One nigga slid and think he got off the hook
[04:45.56]Now let me find out one out of them three niggas we bodied
[04:48.55]Was one of them Guyanese niggas who buy drinks up for the party
[04:50.51]He was the nigga to flood the table with champagnes
[04:53.27]Stupid motherf**ker tried to front, we had to leak his brain
[04:56.22]Suddenly my nigga fell to the floor
[04:59.49]And said his legs feel like them shits aint got no feelins no more
[05:01.23]More the actin up the more the shit I felt in my gut
[05:03.62]The shit was all over as soon as the director said CUT!
[05:06.67]That’s a wrap, good actin motherf**kers, good actin
[05:09.79]That’s the shit I’m talkin about
[05:12.71]Y’all ready to watch the playback?
[05:14.72]F**k around, that shit’ll be a box office smash motherf**kers
[05:19.22]Year of Release: 2000