Live It Up

Album cover art for "Live It Up" by Busta Rhymes

Busta Rhymes - Rap, In English

Live It Up

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Duration: 3:36

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[Intro] Yeah, pick up the pace now, c'mon Yeah This feel like that tight shit That make you just go get the keys to your whip And just bounce Bounce, bounce, bounce N'ah mean? Go stop at the lil' spot, get you a little bag of the lye And just bounce, bounce [Verse 1] Yo, now watch a nigga tongue kiss the track like it was fried chicken Spicy seasonin', was finger lickin' Everything looks grand and I feel so good today Jewels jinglin' below my belly You know we steady talk shit to them bitches when we be on the celly Four-wheelin' with a fifth of Henny See now, we whippin' and we dippin' through traffic Like we don't give a fuck Niggas follow how we bounce in the truck Then we wildin' and we thuggin' a little Yo, we ain't wildin' much A little mellow from the spark of the Dutch Downshift, throw it in the fifth gear, with my foot on the clutch Speedballin', like we all in a rush While we switch a couple of lanes Flick my little hazard light on Better pull over and get on the lawn Yo, move the barricade, and let my niggas park on the block Make a grand entry up in the spot You know we only here to take all of the food out the pot It's only right 'cause niggas know how we be takin' they slot [Chorus] Now let's get high (Get high) And let's get drunk (Get drunk) You feel that bounce (That bounce) Then turn it up (Turn it up now) You light your L (Huh) And blaze it up (Blaze it up now) Get in the game, and change it up (Change it up now) Come in the spot, and flame it up (Flame it up now) Let's get this dough (Hah), and live it up (Live it up now) Let's get this dough (Yeah), and live it up (Live it up now) Let's get this dough (Yeah), and live it up (Live it up now) [Verse 2] Yeah, so amazin', we blazin' and changin' the bounds Grazin' y'all niggas, with somethin' aimin' to takin' you out We never resort to any measure to keep you with me Wildin' with a sinky rinky-dinky ring on my pinky Follow the simple flow that'll cripple y'all niggas Drop the shit that'll shake and just ripple y'all niggas What, your boom scheme, get with the new thing Hit you, and get y'all niggas all into the new swing Hah, tally it up, rally it up From the streets to the alley, from the Eastern Cali and up I'm talkin' dope, all of my niggas, all of my bitches Give you somethin' that'll split you up and leave you with stitches Lookin' pathetic, I hit y'all niggas with the kinetic Make you respect it, and beat you in the head 'til you get it Take off my jacket, hope you can match it When the DJ go scratch up the bounce, I hope you could catch it – so what? [Chorus] Now let's get high (Get high) And let's get drunk (Get drunk now) You feel that bounce (That bounce) Then turn it up (Turn it up now) You light your L and blaze it up (Huh, blaze it up now) Get in the game, and change it up (Change it up now) Come in the spot, and flame it up (Uh, flame it up now) Let's get this dough (Hah), and live it up (Live it up now) Let's get this dough (Yeah), and live it up (Live it up now) Let's get this dough (Yeah), and live it up (Live it up now) Let's get this dough (Yeah), and live it up (Yeah, live it up now) Now let's get high, and let's get drunk (Hah, get drunk now) You feel that bounce (That bounce) Then turn it up (Turn it up now) You light your L, and blaze it up (Hah, blaze it up now) Get in the game, and change it up (Yeah, change it up now) Come in the spot (Hah), and flame it up (Flame it up now) Let's get this dough (Yeah), and live it up (Live it up now) Let's get this dough (Hah), and live it up (Yeah, live it up now) Let's get this dough (Yeah), and live it up (Hah, live it up now) Let's get this dough, and live it up (Yeah, live it up now) Let's get this dough, and live it up (Yeah, live it up now!) Let's get this dough, and live it up (Yeah, live it up now!) [Outro] Yeah You know when you got shorty in the passenger seat of the whip You bouncin' from the club, step on the gas And just bounce, bounce, bounce, y-yeah Then shorty come with you to the nearest short-stay Get up on top of that and just bounce, bounce, bounce That's what I'm talkin' 'bout, niggas Yeah If you pushin' down the Belt Parkway The Grand Central, the Long Island Expressway The Cross Island Expressway Southern State, Northern State Parkway You know, 95 South, Brooklyn Expressway, you know However way y'all travellin' You just bounce, bounce, bounce Hehe, you n'ah mean? Hehe Blunts burnin' and all Just keep the windows up though, hehe Let the smoke stay in the motherfuckin' ride, yeah All my bitches in the passenger seat Now just bounce, bounce, bounce, yeah

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Credits

Writers
  • Busta Rhymes
  • J Dilla