Live It Up Busta Rhymes

[Intro]
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 lil' spot, get you a little bag of the lye
And just bounce, bounce

[Verse 1]
Yo, now watch a nigga tongue kiss the track like it was fried chicken
Spicy seasonin' was finger lickin'
Everything 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 whylin' and we thuggin' a little
Yo, we ain't whylin' much
A little mellow from the spark of the dutch
Downshift, throw it in the fifth gear with my foot on the clutch
Speedballin', 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 how we be takin' they slot