(BUSY P WHAT THE fu*k?!)
[Verse 1]
L.A., city of smog
Scenesters, hipsters, sneakers, blogs
I got the flyer from Amoeba Records
I called up P and I said, "Yo, let's check this"
I heard at these rave-things, chicks get naked
And I got a dick that's as big as Texas
Caught a ride from the crew LA Daft
I said it's my first rave, they just laughed
Picked up P from the Magic Castle
And hit up LAX and got in, no ha**le
We left there when we hit up Cinespace
Ron got his camera all up in my face
Tomorrow morning, I'mma be on Cobrasnake
Making out with a chick that my girlfriend hates
But who cares, the party's downtown
I got a room at the Standard, we're leaving right now
[Hook]
To protect and entertain
In party we trust
Them other DJs ain't f**in' with us
And from Paris to L.A
In cash we trust
It's Murs and Busy P, they ain't f**in' with us
[Verse 2]
In the middle of the dancefloor, so damn crunk
I see the Goldenvoice crew and they so damn drunk
Lindsey, Donna, the man Paul T!
Stacy and they all doin' shots with P
Me, I just saw my future wife walk past me
Singing 'bout Peaches--damn she nasty
DJ AM, Steve Aoki
Got the dancefloor packed and it's mostly
Girls, girls, every day
From Paris to Canada to U.S.A
I snatched one up and we danced for hours
She talked too much; she was off that powder
But looked so good in her Jeremy Scott
And her looks looked perfect for my co*k-and-lock
She put her hand down my pants
So I said, "Later P, I'mma see you in France"
[Hook]
[Outro]
Paris to Los Angeles
Au revoir, motherf**ers
And you can f** with my accent all you want
But you can s** my dick
And shoutout to all the--all my, all my n-words
All my black people in France
For being the only other n***as to burn some sh** down when the white people f** wit you
We don't take any sh**
Peace!