paroles de chanson A Trip Out of Town - Busta Rhymes
(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
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
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
f**k
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
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
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
motherf**ker,
money
was
sick
Gas
on
the
cheddar
and
these
bitches
ridin
the
dick
F**kin
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
f**k
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
f**k,
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
motherf**ker
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
motherf**kers,
good
actin
That's
the
shit
I'm
talkin
about
Y'all
ready
to
watch
the
playback?
F**k
around,
that
shit'll
be
a
box
office
smash
motherf**kers
1 Live It Up
2 Make Noise
3 The Heist
4 Here We Go Again
5 Bladow!!
6 Get Out!!
7 Why We Die
8 Intro: The Current State of Anarchy
9 Salute da Gods!!
10 Enjoy da Ride
11 We Put It Down for Y’all
12 Street Shit
13 All Night
14 Show Me What You Got
15 A Trip Out of Town
16 C'mon All My Niggaz, C'mon All My Bitches
17 We Comin’ Through
18 Anarchy
19 Outro
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