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    Trip Out Of Town lyrics

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    مُساهمة من طرف GODOF الأربعاء 9 سبتمبر - 21:31

    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]

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