Busta Rhymes - All Night Lyrics
Turn it up (ha ha ha)Flimode (ha ha ha)Busta rhymes (ha ha ha)Another banging niggas (ha ha ha)Another banging niggas (ha ha ha)Another banging niggas (ha ha ha)Another banging niggas (ha ha ha)Chorus:All nightTo my east niggas west coast and dirty south,We make ya wave your hands up highLight ls and drink some liquor it make ya wild outAll nightTo my niggas and my *****es get moneyIf ya running with meWave your hands up highA yo I cant see yallYou know we hang out in the streets yallAll nightYes yes yallI be the God up in the flesh yallBless yallWith nothing but the best yallFinesse shit and leave the spot up in a mess yall*****es, you know the street shit caress yallSex yallAnd put a bounce up in your breast yallYes yall we about to taste the success yallAnd quiz niggas like a *****ing drug test yallAnd check yallAnd let the livest niggas step inI keep the burner, what you think Im turning mine in?What the *****,Now all my live mother*****ers boggart or bring it straight to the frontAnd let me give yall niggas just what you wantMore fire for ya fresh off the pressShit blazing to death*****es lust talking under they breathHope you niggas know to put on your vestOr get a hole in your chestWho in this mother*****erTake you a guessChorusYeah-yeah all my niggasYeah-yeah all my *****esYeah-yeah all my thugsYeah-yeah all my soldiersYeah-yeah all my honeysYeah-yeah all my playasYeah-yeah all my live niggas cmonYeah-yeahThe grand finale yallPut it down and always repping for my family yallWhat, lets form a nation wide rally yallOf gutter niggas that will piss up in the alley yall***** it, now I know you know my rep niggaAnd how its hard to figure out my next step niggaSo step nigga, nigga sit your ass downThe way I mash downWill only leave a legacy for me to pass downDont speak unless youre spoken toGet broke in twoFlipmode we be the chosen fewYeah nigga entrap yallI know some niggas thatll clap yallAnd strap yallUp to a post and back slap yallPut yall in a mailbox and leave open the flap yallThats the haps that make niggas take forever naps yallStrap yall all up inside of your seatbeltsThe beats felt like a fire watch the heat meltYour patent leather stack cheddar niggaNow or neverBetter, whatever nigga feel this hot berettaCause when we come you know we hit you with that shit for the headWith nough shit just like the lox and the dreadMe and my niggas we be breaking this breadWith all the blood that we bledSee we was broke, now we flossing insteadThe shit I drop will never leave you misleadMight leave you tired of bedShit aint over till the party is deadChorus: repeat 2xYeah all my live *****es let me see you justWave your hands up highAnd all my niggas running around getting *****All night
