Journey Wit Me

[Verse One:]

[Tripp Loc]

I'm ridin high wit Warren G, Wayniac sendin back G funk like we should be (So

what's up then?). Fresh back from the other side of the country gon for two

weeks

but then it seems like eternity. I must admitt Amsterdam is the shit got the

bomb

at the coffee shop, keep us niggas lit. Came to speak kick my shit get the

dividends, ball at the Pound Arena on the weekends. And think about the

things

people do, stay true and watch out for the devil tryin to get you. It's the

Tripp ya

gotta feel my combo, need on the records yo I'm like pronto. I let it flow

like a pro,

prepare for the worst, I got you hooked on only one verse. So when it drop

and

doin it'll groove ya, Twinz in da house and ya know we're gon move ya.

[Chorus:]

Just lay on back,

Fire up a sack,

And keep my conversation.

(Staying real is the key for me you see, yeah)

Won't steal ya on,

'Long as you stay strong,

And keep my conversation.

(So take a journey wit me

so you can see what I see)

[Verse Two:]

[Wayniac]

I kinda know what you mean and it's a trip how we went all over the world I'm

seeing things I never saw. And only better to understand, that life ain't

easy for the

woman or the man. So I continue on the journey for life, holdin on stay

strong for

the next breed of mine to fight. It's only right I do what I can do than hand

you the

blueprints the evidence to better get. What you need is some sense of

direction

without this stress, we know the world is a mess. So as I ride I'm layin back

flippin

day by day runnin play by play for a brighter day. But it seems I can't let

go of my

ways 'cuz others stay jealous about my pay, but anyway. Stay smart and never

fall up in that trap, if you want it go and get it like Tripp and the

Wayniac.

[Chorus]

[Verse Three:]

[Tripp Loc]

You see it's all in a day's work, and some's there to get em gon to get it,

can you

dig it. I gotta have it touched down and go for to lovin every minute that

I'm chillin

wit my crew (lounge), we do what we gotta do and it's a shame with the game

put

a young black nigga through. So take it from the Loc, everybody wanna get

paid

nobody wanna be broke, I hope. I rest my case, I'm off to the paper chase, no

time to waste, I need it so they stay. A nigga's in the driver's seat, must

be the

beat to make my freak complete, when I speak nuttin but dopey. Come on and

creep and get a piece of my potion full of motion, got ya floatin. It's like

smoke

and hella get whatchu need and the Twinz set ya mind at ease.

[Chorus x2]