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Live It Up Lyrics - Anarchy - Busta Rhymes

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 little spot 

Get you a little bag of the lye 

And just bounce bounce 

 

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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 

 

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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 

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