a trip out of town

Singer: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

ayo why don't you tell that crackhead to close the fuckin door