All Night
Busta Rhymes Lyrics


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Turn it up (ha ha ha)
Flimode (ha ha ha)
Busta Rhymes (ha ha ha)
Another banging niggas (ha ha ha) [Repeats]

[Chorus]
All night
To my east niggas 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 niggas and my bitches 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 shit and leave the spot up in a mess y'all
Bitches, you know the street shit 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 niggas like a fucking drug test y'all
And check y'all
And let the livest niggas step in
I keep the burner, what you think I'm turning mine in?
What the fuck,
Now all my live motherfuckers boggart or bring it straight to the front
And let me give y'all niggas just what you want
More fire for ya fresh off the press
Shit blazing to death
Bitches lust talking under they breath
Hope you niggas know to put on your vest
Or get a hole in your chest
Who in this motherfucker
Take you a guess

[Chorus]

Yeah-Yeah All my niggas
Yeah-yeah all my bitches
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 niggas 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 niggas that will piss up in the alley y'all
Fuck it, now I know you know my rep nigga
And how it's hard to figure out my next step nigga
So step nigga, nigga sit your ass down
The way I mash down
Will only leave a legacy for me to pass down
Don't speak unless you're spoken to
Get broke in two
Flipmode we be the chosen few
Yeah nigga entrap y'all
I know some niggas 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 niggas 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 nigga
Now or never
Better, whatever nigga feel this hot Beretta
Cause when we come you know we hit you with that shit for the head
With enough shit just like the Lox and the dread
Me and my niggas we be breaking this bread
With all the blood that we bled
See we was broke, now we flossing instead
The shit I drop will never leave you mislead
Might leave you tired of bed
Shit ain't over till' the party is dead

[Chorus: x2]

Yeah all my live bitches let me see you just
Wave your hands up high




And all my niggas running around getting pussy
All night

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "All Night" by Busta Rhymes are all about having a good time and partying all night long with his friends, both male and female. He makes references to different parts of the United States and how he's united with people from all over. The song is all about letting loose, having fun, and chasing success, while disregarding any negativity that comes your way.


Busta speaks about his lifestyle, walking through the streets and turning up everywhere he goes. He talks about the weapons he carries to defend himself and his crew while also making references to sex, drugs, and crime. The chorus is an anthem for his fans to shout along as they party the night away, telling people to put their hands up high and enjoy the moment with him.


Line by Line Meaning

Turn it up (ha ha ha)
Start playing the music louder


Flimode (ha ha ha)
Representing the music group


Busta Rhymes (ha ha ha)
Introducing the artist who wrote the song


Another banging niggas (ha ha ha) [Repeats]
This is another great song by the artist


All night
We will party and enjoy ourselves throughout the night


To my east niggas West Coast and dirty south,
This song is for all my friends from the East, West Coast, and Dirty South


we make ya wave your hands up high
This music makes us feel so good that we wave our hands up high


Light L's and drink some liquor it make ya wild out
When we smoke weed and drink liquor, we let loose and enjoy ourselves


To my niggas and my bitches get money
This song is for my friends who are hustling and making money


If ya running with me
If you're with me, then you're part of my team


Wave your hands up high
Hype up the crowd by telling them to wave their hands up high


A yo I can't see y'all
The crowd is so hype that the artist can't see them


You know we hang out in the streets y'all
We are from the streets and we hang out there


Yes yes y'all
Continuing to hype up the crowd


I be the god up in the flesh y'all
The artist sees himself as a god in the flesh


Bless y'all
Wishing the crowd good fortune and happiness


With nothing but the best y'all
The artist will always give his best


Finesse shit and leave the spot up in a mess y'all
The artist will perform in such a way that the crowd will go wild and leave the venue a mess


Bitches, you know the street shit caress y'all
The ladies love the street life, just like the artist


Sex y'all
The artist will even give them some sexual energy through his music


And put a bounce up in your breast y'all
His music will even make their breasts bounce


Yes y'all we about to taste the success y'all
The artist is on his way to great success


And quiz niggas like a fucking drug test y'all
The artist will challenge his competition like a drug test


And check y'all
The artist will even make sure his competition is up to par


And let the livest niggas step in
The best of the best will perform with the artist


I keep the burner, what you think I'm turning mine in?
The artist is keeping his gun and not giving it up


What the fuck,
Expression of disbelief


Now all my live motherfuckers boggart or bring it straight to the front
His best friends will always be up front at his concerts


And let me give y'all niggas just what you want
The artist will give the crowd what they want


More fire for ya fresh off the press
He has more amazing music fresh off the press for his fans


Shit blazing to death
His music is so good that it's almost dangerous


Bitches lust talking under they breath
The ladies love the artist's music and can't help but talk about it


Hope you niggas know to put on your vest
Encouraging his competition to be prepared for his greatness


Or get a hole in your chest
If they're not prepared, they'll regret it


Who in this motherfucker
Asking who else is in the room with him


Take you a guess
Guess who else is in here with us


Yeah-Yeah All my niggas
The artist is addressing all his male friends


Yeah-yeah all my bitches
The artist is addressing all his female friends


Yeah-yeah all my thugs
The artist is addressing all his tough friends


Yeah-yeah all my soldiers
The artist is addressing all his friends who are loyal and brave


Yeah-yeah all my honeys
The artist is addressing all his female friends who are sweet and cute


Yeah-yeah all my playas
The artist is addressing all his friends who play the game of life well


Yeah-yeah all my live niggas c'mon
Encouraging all his best friends to join in the fun


The grand finale y'all
The best is yet to come, so stay tuned


Put it down and always repping for my family y'all
The artist will always represent his family and friends


What, lets form a nation wide rally y'all
Encouraging all his fans to come together like a nationwide rally


Of gutter niggas that will piss up in the alley y'all
Addressing his friends from the streets who will piss in the alley


Fuck it, now I know you know my rep nigga
His competition already knows how great he is


And how it's hard to figure out my next step nigga
They can't predict what he'll do next


So step nigga, nigga sit your ass down
Challenging his competition to take a seat and watch him shine


The way I mash down
The artist is in control and will destroy his competition


Will only leave a legacy for me to pass down
His music will leave a lasting legacy for future generations


Don't speak unless you're spoken to
Addressing his competition to only speak when spoken to


Get broke in two
His competition will be destroyed


Flipmode we be the chosen few
The artist's music group is one of the best out there


Yeah nigga entrap y'all
The artist will trap his competition with his music


I know some niggas that'll clap y'all
His friends may shoot if they have to


And strap y'all
His friends will also bring guns if they have to


Up to a post and back slap y'all
His friends will also beat them up if need be


Put y'all in a mailbox and leave open the flap y'all
His friends will even put them in a mailbox and leave them there


That's the hap's that make niggas take forever naps y'all
This is what will happen to his competition if they mess with the artist and his crew


Strap y'all all up inside of your seatbelts
Preparing his competition for the ride of their life


The beats felt like a fire watch the heat melt
The music is so hot it will melt anything in its path


Your patent leather stack cheddar nigga
His competition should stack their money and dress well


Now or never,
This is their last chance


Better, whatever nigga feel this hot Beretta
They better be prepared to feel the heat of his music like a hot gun


Cause when we come you know we hit you with that shit for the head
When the artist and his crew perform, they will deliver amazing music that will make their competition go crazy


With enough shit just like the Lox and the dread
Their music will be as great as that of The Lox and dread


Me and my niggas we be breaking this bread
The artist and his crew will make enough money to support themselves and their families


With all the blood that we bled
They've worked hard to get where they are


See we was broke, now we flossing instead
They were once poor, but now they are living large


The shit I drop will never leave you mislead
The artist's music will never be misleading


Might leave you tired of bed
His music might even make you tired from all the dancing


Shit ain't over till' the party is dead
The fun doesn't stop until the party is over


Yeah all my live bitches let me see you just
The artist is addressing female friends who are full of life and energy


Wave your hands up high
Encouraging the ladies to wave their hands up high


And all my niggas running around getting pussy
Addressing his male friends who are out there living their lives and getting women


All night
They will continue to party and enjoy themselves throughout the night




Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: HARRISON SMITH, JARED LAVILLE, CAMERON FRASER, THEO COOKSON

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