Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Live It Up, artist - Busta Rhymes. Date of issue: 08.06.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Live It Up |
| Yeah |
| Pick up the pace now |
| 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 little spot |
| Get you a little bag of the lye |
| And just bounce bounce |
| Yo |
| Now watch a nigga tongue kiss the track like it was fried chicken |
| Spicy seasoning was finger licking |
| Everything looks grand and I feel so good today |
| Jewels jingling 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 whylin and we thugging a little |
| Yo we ain’t wylin' much |
| A little mellow from the spark of the dutch |
| Down shift, throw it in the fifth gear with my foot on the clutch |
| Speed balling, 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 we be taking they slack |
| Now let’s get high, and let’s get drunk |
| You feel that bounce, then turn it up |
| You light your L, and blaze it up |
| Get in the game, and change it up |
| Come in the spot, and flame it up |
| Let’s get this dough, and live it up |
| Let’s get this dough, and live it up |
| Let’s get this dough, and live it up |
| Yeah, so amazing, we blazing and changing the bounds |
| Grazing y’all niggas, with something aiming to taking you out |
| We never resort to any measure to keep you with me |
| Wylin' with a sinky rinky dinky ring on 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 |
| Ah, tally it up, rally it up |
| From the streets to the alley, from the Eastern Cali and up |
| I’m talking dope, all of my niggas, all of my bitches |
| Give you something that’ll split you up |
| And leave you with stitches |
| Looking pathetic, I hit y’all niggas with the kinetic |
| Make you respect it, and beat you in the head till 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 |
| Now let’s get high, and let’s get drunk |
| You feel that bounce, then turn it up |
| You light your L, and blaze it up |
| Get in the game, and change it up |
| Come in the spot, and flame it up |
| Let’s get this dough, and live it up |
| Let’s get this dough, and live it up |
| Let’s get this dough, and live it up |
| Let’s get this dough, and live it up |
| Now let’s get high, and let’s get drunk |
| You feel that bounce, then turn it up |
| You light your L, and blaze it up |
| Get in the game, and change it up |
| Come in the spot, and flame it up |
| Let’s get this dough, and live it up |
| Let’s get this dough, and live it up |
| Let’s get this dough, and live it up |
| Let’s get this dough, and live it up |
| Let’s get this dough, and live it up |
| Let’s get this dough, and live it up |
| Yeah, live it up now, yeah |
| You know when you got shorty in the passenger side of the whip |
| You bouncing from the club, step on the gas |
| And just bounce bounce bounce, 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 talking about niggas, yeah |
| If you pushing 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 traveling |
| You just bounce bounce bounce |
| You N’ah mean |
| Blunts burning and all |
| Just keep the windows up though |
| Let the smoke stay in the mutherfucking ride, yeah |
| All my bitches in the passenger seat |
| Now just bounce bounce bounce, yeah |