Busta Rhymes lyrics
Busta Rhymes lyrics
"A Trip Out Of Town lyrics"
L.a. 59 lyrics
It's thinking of youThat's getting me back on the road againHey big train you're eating up the groundThunder and rainPushing the train that I'm on againGotta get me back to L.A. 59Aw, remember it wellAnd oh, could I tell you about it allBut you know about heaven so Lord I'm goingTo leave it thereNow the ladies are goodBut nobody could be as good as you areOh get me back to L.A. 59And it's hello, hello sunshineIt's a good day in L.A. it's all right, yeahOh, hello, hello, sunshineMy, it's a good day in L.A. 59Oh rightThunder and rainPushing the train that I'm on againGet me back to L.A. 59Hello, hello, sunshine, oh-ohA good day in L.A.,
It's thinking of youThat's getting me back on the road againHey big train you're eating up the groundThunder and rainPushing the train that I'm on againGotta get me back to L.A. 59Aw, remember it wellAnd oh, could I tell you about it allBut you know about heaven so Lord I'm goingTo leave it thereNow the ladies are goodBut nobody could be as good as you areOh get me back to L.A. 59And it's hello, hello sunshineIt's a good day in L.A. it's all right, yeahOh, hello, hello, sunshineMy, it's a good day in L.A. 59Oh rightThunder and rainPushing the train that I'm on againGet me back to L.A. 59Hello, hello, sunshine, oh-ohA good day in L.A.,
[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
Stripped away of humanity and mindAnd given up the right to surviveMan forgot the cause of lifeAnd hatred bred his future lifeFor centuries man had fooled himselfThinking that night might never arriveBut as the end of life is inevitable to manSo must the earth have a time to dieAnd as his future swayed in the balance of extinctionAll was lost on that eve of destructionTime has slipped awayNo more sunrise to dawn another dayBrittle human fossilsTo tell the ways of manAnd his evil human curseEve of DestructionEarth's end is nearThe dead will earth will restIn the frozen gloomOf space
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 ma
Talking To Myself lyrics
here i am today it seems i'm stoned once again wait for the people and things that ruin my day as i sit away and take another hit i smoke another bong load and it seems i'm really lit talk about the things that no one ever wants to hear talk about the things in life that seem so unreal as i sit away and take another hit i smoke another bong load and it seems i'm really lit hey i can't take no more of it, now i'm stoned. these highs never last so i can never hear the phone rather sit here and think about these things here all alone as i sit away, i take another hit, i smoke another bong load and it seems i'm really lit hey i can't take no more of it, now i'm stoned. now life is so cold once again, now i'm stoned. so stoned. woowowow.
n cut that"here i am today it seems i'm stoned once again wait for the people and things that ruin my day as i sit away and take another hit i smoke another bong load and it seems i'm really lit talk about the things that no one ever wants to hear talk about the things in life that seem so unreal as i sit away and take another hit i smoke another bong load and it seems i'm really lit hey i can't take no more of it, now i'm stoned. these highs never last so i can never hear the phone rather sit here and think about these things here all alone as i sit away, i take another hit, i smoke another bong load and it seems i'm really lit hey i can't take no more of it, now i'm stoned. now life is so cold once again, now i'm stoned. so stoned. woowowow.
"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
Easer Said Than Done lyrics
no one here is innocent as far as i can see. it happens each and everyday condoned by you and me. is if right to take the very best only for yourself. thinking of no other one only of yourself. i was lost then i was found but my selfishness still brings me down was blind but now i see this selfishness in front of me now i'm thinking about doing the right thing everday it's really hard to do but it's easy to say by myself i fall but in him i stand everytime i doubt he shows me again
BUST! straight lifted a niggano one here is innocent as far as i can see. it happens each and everyday condoned by you and me. is if right to take the very best only for yourself. thinking of no other one only of yourself. i was lost then i was found but my selfishness still brings me down was blind but now i see this selfishness in front of me now i'm thinking about doing the right thing everday it's really hard to do but it's easy to say by myself i fall but in him i stand everytime i doubt he shows me again
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]