Busta Rhymes – God Lives Through scritto da admin 18 Gennaio 2016 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 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