Turn it up (ha ha ha)
Flimode (ha ha ha)
Busta Rhymes (ha ha ha)
Another banging n***as (ha ha ha)
Another banging n***as (ha ha ha)
Another banging n***as (ha ha ha)
Another banging n***as (ha ha ha)
Chorus:
All night
To my east n***as West Coast and dirty south
We make ya wave your hands up high
Light L's and drink some liquor it make ya wild out
All night
To my n***as and my b**hes get money
If ya running with me
Wave your hands up high
A yo I can't see y'all
You know we hang out in the streets y'all
All night
Yes yes y'all
I be the god up in the flesh y'all
Bless y'all
With nothing but the best y'all
Finesse sh** and leave the spot up in a mess y'all
b**hes, you know the street sh** caress y'all
Sex y'all
And put a bounce up in your breast y'all
Yes y'all we about to taste the success y'all
And quiz n***as like a f**ing drug test y'all
And check y'all
And let the livest n***as step in
I keep the burner, what you think I'm turning mine in?
What the f**
Now all my live motherf**ers boggart or bring it straight to the front
And let me give y'all n***as just what you want
More fire for ya fresh off the press
sh** blazing to d**h
b**hes lust talking under they breath
Hope you n***as know to put on your vest
Or get a hole in your chest
Who in this motherf**er
Take you a guess
Chorus
Yeah-Yeah All my n***as
Yeah-yeah all my b**hes
Yeah-yeah all my thugs
Yeah-yeah all my soldiers
Yeah-yeah all my honeys
Yeah-yeah all my playas
Yeah-yeah all my live n***as c'mon
Yeah-yeah
The grand finale y'all
Put it down and always repping for my family y'all
What, lets form a nation wide rally y'all
Of gutter n***as that will piss up in the alley y'all
f** it, now I know you know my rep n***a
And how it's hard to figure out my next step n***a
So step n***a, n***a sit your a** down
The way I mash down
Will only leave a legacy for me to pa** down
Don't speak unless you're spoken to
Get broke in two
Flipmode we be the chosen few
Yeah n***a entrap y'all
I know some n***as that'll clap y'all
And strap y'all
Up to a post and back slap y'all
Put y'all in a mailbox and leave open the flap y'all
That's the hap's that make n***as take forever naps y'all
Strap y'all all up inside of your seatbelts
The beats felt like a fire watch the heat melt
Your patent leather stack cheddar n***a
Now or never
Better, whatever n***a feel this hot Beretta
Cause when we come you know we hit you with that sh** for the head
With nough sh** just like the Lox and the dread
Me and my n***as we be breaking this bread
With all the blood that we bled
See we was broke, now we flossing instead
The sh** I drop will never leave you mislead
Might leave you tired of bed
sh** ain't over till' the party is dead
Chorus: repeat 2X
Yeah all my live b**hes let me see you just
Wave your hands up high
And all my n***as running around getting p**y
All night