Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All Night, artist - Busta Rhymes.
Date of issue: 08.06.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
All Night |
All night |
To my East niggas, West Coast and dirty south |
We make ya wave your hands up high |
Light L’s and drink some liquor it make ya wild out |
All night |
To my niggas and my bitches get money |
If ya running with me |
Wave your hands up high |
Ayo I can’t see y’all |
You know we hang out in the streets y’all |
All night |
Yes yes y’all |
I be the god up in the flesh y’all |
Bless y’all |
With nothing but the best y’all |
Finesse shit and leave the spot up in a mess y’all |
Bitches, you know the street shit caress y’all |
Sex y’all |
And put a bounce up in your breast y’all |
Yes y’all we about to taste the success y’all |
And quiz niggas like a fucking drug test y’all |
And check y’all |
And let the livest niggas slide in |
I keep the burner, what you think I’m turning mines in? |
What the fuck |
Now all my live motherfuckers boggart or bring it straight to the front |
And let me give y’all niggas just what you want |
More fire for ya fresh off the press |
Shit blazing to death |
Bitches lust talking under they breath |
Hope you niggas know to put on your vest |
Or get a hole in your chest |
Who in this motherfucker |
Take you a guess |
All night |
To my East niggas, West Coast and dirty south |
We make ya wave your hands up high |
Light L’s and drink some liquor it make ya wild out |
All night |
To my niggas and my bitches get money |
If ya running with me |
Wave your hands up high |
Ayo I can’t see y’all |
You know we hang out in the streets y’all |
All night |
Yeah-yeah All my niggas |
Yeah-yeah all my bitches |
Yeah-yeah all my thugs |
Yeah-yeah all my soldiers |
Yeah-yeah all my honeys |
Yeah-yeah all my playas |
Yeah-yeah all my live niggas c’mon |
Yeah-yeah |
The grand finale y’all |
Put it down and always repping for my family y’all |
What, lets form a nationwide rally y’all |
Of gutter niggas that will piss up in the alley y’all |
Fuck it, now I know you know my rep nigga |
And how it’s hard to figure out my next step nigga |
So step nigga, nigga sit your ass down |
The way I mash down |
Will only leave a legacy for me to pass down |
Don’t speak unless you’re spoken to |
Get broke in two |
Flipmode we be the chosen few |
Yeah nigga entrap y’all |
I know some niggas that’ll clap y’all |
And strap y’all |
Up to a post and back slap y’all |
Put y’all in a mailbox and leave open the flap y’all |
That’s the hap’s that make niggas take forever naps y’all |
Strap y’all all up inside of your seatbelts |
The beats felt like a fire watch the heat melt |
Your patent leather stack cheddar nigga |
Now or never |
Better, whatever nigga feel this hot Beretta |
Cause when we come you know we hit you with that shit for the head |
With nough shit just like the Lox and the dread |
Me and my niggas we be breaking this bread |
With all the blood that we bled |
See we was broke, now we flossing instead |
The shit I drop will never leave you mislead |
Might leave you tired of bed |
Shit ain’t over till' the party is dead |
All night |
To my East niggas, West Coast and dirty south |
We make ya wave your hands up high |
Light L’s and drink some liquor it make ya wild out |
All night |
To my niggas and my bitches get money |
If ya running with me |
Wave your hands up high |
Ayo I can’t see y’all |
You know we hang out in the streets y’all |
All night |
All night |
To my East niggas, West Coast and dirty south |
We make ya wave your hands up high |
Light L’s and drink some liquor it make ya wild out |
All night |
To my niggas and my bitches get money |
If ya running with me |
Wave your hands up high |
Ayo I can’t see y’all |
You know we hang out in the streets y’all |
All night |
Yeah, all my live bitches let me see you just |
Wave your hands up high |
And all my niggas running around getting pussy |
All night |