Video y letra de A Trip Out of Town de Busta Rhymes

La cancion que les traemos se llama A Trip Out of Town. Es una cancion que produce muchos sentimientos aflorados. Muestra los mejores momentos de Busta Rhymes.

Anarchy, CD donde vino la cancion, recibio millones de ventas. Sin palabras, nos quedamos, sobre el video. El video fue una buena adaptacion.

[skit]

[Busta Rhymes]
yo, it all began l ike, bust it
My nigga City bout t o bounce on a trip
We met some niggas with alot of thi ngs they want em t o flip
I t old my nigga get the dough a nd keep the blau on your hip
Travel safe, you know that I ama hold it down on the strip
Good looki n, wo rd t o mother son I give you my wit
But when I get back, I ama bounce straight t o your crib
On the strength, son slid until you t o the Greyhound
Wit a burner i n the knapsack, headed straight outta t own
Now, three days pass I am still on the strip
Doi n ha nd t o ha nd with twelve collapsible, stashable clips
With little magnets on the side of the clips we planted l ike a project
When police come we stick the clips i n any metal object
Throwi n a nigga on the walls a nd try t o search me down
I laugh knowi n that my stash'll never be found
Well anyway, on the third day, son came straight t o the strip
Wit a new floss a nd shi ny shoes on the whip
My nigga hit me with the latest, greatest
He t old me get i nside the whip so I can know just what the up t o date i s
He said he fucki n wit some Guyanese niggas how ill them niggas i s
What ki nd of dough they get, a nd how they ha ndle they biz
How they connect with Jamaician niggas who speak American
A nd how they chai ns swung a medallion iced out pelicans
A nd how they stay wit four pounders
A nd speak American t o try t o blend i n
Like they ai nt obvious out of t owners
Okay, I've never heard of wo rkers getti n five G's pay
Fo r trips that last fo r only 2-3 day
How these Guyanese niggas be eati n pasta but they love zucchi ni
Rocki n valo r tenni s suits by Sergio Tecchi ni
Them type of cats that call you because you can't call 'em
Rocki n baseball fitters with wild animal ski ns on 'em
How they rock silks a nd tailo r made pants
A nd get a matchi ng bally shoe fo r the silk t o step i n the dance
Washrags hangi n from every one of our back pockets
>From every fi ne wi ne t o champagne them niggas'll straight cop it
A nd set up shops i n them neighbo rhoods that was residential
Rock laced whips while the wo rkers'll floss the latest rentals
How they fuck with arrogant bitches who act pussy
A nd love t o hustle wit niggas a nd stash coke up i n they pussy
After all of that I wanted ones
The way my nigga was talki n so next trip I went t o bounce with son
So now we out of t own with Guyanese cats
Up i n they gates bubbli ng packages a nd layi n wit gats
Shit was slow until the mai n fiend was offed
Just l ike a thief i n the night
A nd spread the wo rd that we was back with the white

[I ntermi ssion]
"Ayo why don't you tell that crackhead t o close the fucki n doo r
a nd shut the fuck up"
"Yeah man a nd clean the motherfucki ng spot up, smell l ike…"
"Break the fucki n breakdown i n the wo rki ng city… yo go get the plates
a nd the gym star"
"Yo light that up, lemme hit that, gimme a light, yeah man cut that"
"Fuck thi s shit"

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, see how we blowi n pa
The lookout niggas holdi n fo rt l ike they was watcht owers
Buggi n on how we went through, a half a brick every couple of hours
So on a nd so on, shit i s good a nd we eati n
First nigga t o sho rt a package will catch the most brutal beati n
The whole t own, see we now own it
Carryi n on a nd blemi shi ng all i n the hearts of the best moments
We stacki n cheddar now a nd shit i s all clear
A nd we was growi n as wo rki n niggas wit aspiri ng ideas
We love t o floss a nd the feeli ng of pushi ng chrome shit
But i n the gra nd scheme these niggas'll love t o have they own shit
Now these niggas was really ready t o swell up
We decided t o separate from them niggas a nd make our shit develop
Off i n t o the wilderness of the wicked Husid
We set up shops a nd watched the games begi n
So now we balli n l ike a motherfucker, money was sick
Gas on the cheddar a nd these bitches ridi n the dick
Fucki n everythi ng from the local McDonald's bitches with the biggest ass
To att o rney bitches that'll beat a charge fast
We used t o taki n niggas' custies a nd leave they set up on tilt
A nd watch 'em angrily scheme on the shit that we built
Ai nt it funny how shit transpire i n fact
Not t oo long after our ride we t ook the wi nner's stash, house was at
Some niggas tried t o run a jook with thi ngs i n they palm
Not a problem so immediately reach fo r the john
Right away the gun BUST! straight li fted a nigga
How we moved hi s o rgans with kickback, shi fted a nigga
Wild shots fire, everybody scatter l ike rats
Leavi n n othi ng but gunpowder a nd a trail of smoke i n these gats
Now we got thi s faggot nigga blood on our ha nds
But fuck it, determi ned t o fulfill the best of these plans
Shit was hot but we was nowhere near ready t o fall
My son said he shot, but he wasn't bleedi ng at all
Wo rd, I started buggi n when my nigga said he feel cold
Then I looked up on the right side of hi s shirt a nd found a little hole
So as we conti nue t o radically blaze the fi fth
Flame the iron, n ot givi ng a fuck, y'all niggas wanna rip?
Well we deaded three out of the four niggas who tried t o jook
One nigga slid a nd thi nk he got off the hook
Now let me fi nd out one out of them three niggas we bodied
Was one of them Guyanese niggas who buy dri nks up fo r the party
He was the nigga t o flood the table with champagnes
Stupid motherfucker tried t o front, we had t o leak hi s brai n
Suddenly my nigga fell t o the floo r
A nd said hi s legs feel l ike them shits ai nt got no feeli ns no mo re
Mo re the acti n up the mo re the shit I felt i n my gut
The shit was all over as soon as the direct o r said CUT!

That's a wrap, good acti n motherfuckers, good acti n
That's the shit I am talki n about
Y'all ready t o watch the playback?
Fuck around, that shit'll be a box office smash motherfuckers
[applause]
[THE END]

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