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Busta Rhymes - Live It Up lyrics
Yea
 Pick up the pace now
 C'mon
 Yea
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 I 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 seasonin' was finger lickin'
 Everythin' 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 wylin' and we thuggin' 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 ballin', 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 takin' they slack
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
 And blaze it up
 (Hu)
 (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
 (Ha)
 And live it up
 (Live it up)
 Let's get this dough
 (Yea)
 And live it up
 (Live it up)
 Let's get this dough
 (Yea)
 And live it up
 (Live it up now)
Yea, 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
 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 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 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
 (Get high)
 And let's get drunk
 (Get drunk now)
 You feel that bounce
 (That bounce)Busta Rhymes - Live It Up - http://motolyrics.com/busta-rhymes/live-it-up-lyrics.html
 Then turn it up
 (Turn it up now)
 You light your L
 And blaze it up
 (Hu)
 (Blaze it up now)
 Get in the game
 And change it up
 (Change it up now)
 Come in the spot
 And flame it up
 (Ah)
 (Flame it up now)
 Let's get this dough
 (Ha)
 And live it up
 (Live it up now)
 Let's get this dough
 (Yea)
 And live it up
 (Live it up now)
 Let's get this dough
 (Yea)
 And live it up
 (Live it up now)
 Let's get this dough
 (Yea, yea)
 And live it up
 (Live it up now)
Now let's get high
 And let's get drunk
 (Ha)
 (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
 (Ha)
 (Blaze it up now)
 Get in the game
 And change it up
 (Yea)
 (Change it up now)
 Come in the spot
 And flame it up
 (Ah)
 (Flame it up now)
 Let's get this dough
 (Yea)
 And live it up
 (Live it up now)
 Let's get this dough
 (Ha, yea)
 And live it up
 (Live it up now)
 Let's get this dough
 (Yea, ha)
 And live it up
 (Live it up now)
 Let's get this dough
 And live it up
 (Yea, live it up now)
 Let's get this dough
 And live it up
 (Yea, live it up now)
 Let's get this dough
 And live it up
 (Yea, live it up now)
Yea, you know when you got shorty in the passenger side of the whip
 You bouncin' from the club, step on the gas
 And just bounce, bounce, bounce, yea
 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' about niggas, yea
 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 ninety five south, Brooklyn Expressway, you know
 However way y'all travelin'
 You just bounce, bounce, bounce
 You n'ah I mean
 Blunts burnin' and all
 keep the windows up though
 the smoke stay in the motherfuckin' ride, yea
 All my bitches in the passenger seat
 Now just bounce, bounce, bounce, yea

















