a trip out of town
Singer:busta rhymes
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
you know that i'ma hold it down on the strip
word to mother son i give you my wit
i'ma bounce straight to your crib
son slid until you to the greyhound
wit a burner in the knapsack
headed straight outta town
three days pass i'm still on the strip
doin hand to hand with twelve collapsible
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
son came straight to the strip
wit a new floss and shiny shoes on the whip
my nigga hit me with the latest
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
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