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“All Night” is another party joint on Busta’s decidedly upbeat (despite the title) album “Anarchy”, appearing on the tracklist as track 9.
At this point, we can see a running theme in structures for songs on this album – two verses, with a hook that has two vocal layers from Busta – one singing a m...
[Intro]
Turn it up (Ha, ha, ha)
Flipmode (Ha, ha, ha)
Busta Rhymes (Ha, ha, ha)
Another banger, niggas (Ha, ha, ha)
Another banger, niggas (Ha, ha, ha)
Another banger, niggas (Ha, ha, ha)
Another banger, niggas, c'mon (Ha, ha, ha)
[Chorus]
All night
(Yeah, (Hah) to my East niggas, West Coast and dirty south, we make ya)
Wave your hands up high
(Yeah, light L's and drink some liquor, it make ya wild out)
All night
(Come on, to my niggas and my bitches get money, if you runnin' with me)
Wave your hands up high
(Ayo, I can't see y'all, you know we hang out in the streets y'all)
All night
[Verse 1]
Yes, yes, y'all (Huh)
I be the god up in the flesh y'all, bless y'all
With nothin' (Hah) 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 (Hah)
And put a bounce up in your breast y'all (Yes y'all!)
We 'bout to taste the (Huh) success y'all (Hah)
And quiz niggas like a fuckin' drug test y'all
And check y'all (Hah)
And let the livest niggas slide in
I keep the burner, what you think (Huh) I'm turnin' mines in? Fuck
Now all my live (Hah) motherfuckers boggart or bring it straight to the front (Huh)
And let me give y'all niggas just what you want
More fire (Hah) for ya fresh off the press
Shit blazin' to death
Bitches lust talkin' under they breath
Hope you niggas know to put on your vest (Hah)
Or get a hole in your chest (Huh)
(Who in this motherfucker?)
Take you a guess
[Chorus]
All night
(Yeah, a-to my East niggas, West Coast and dirty south we make ya)
Wave your hands up high
(Come on, light L's and drink some liquor, we make ya wild out)
All night
(Yeah, to all my niggas and my bitches get money, if you runnin' with me)
Wave your hands up high
(Ayo, I can't see y'all, you know we hang out in the streets y'all)
All night
[Break]
(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!)
[Verse 2]
The grand finale y'all (Hah)
Put it down and always reppin' for my family y'all (Huh)
What? Let's form a nationwide rally y'all (Hah)
Of gutter niggas that'll (Huh) piss up in the alley y'all (Hah, hah)
Fuck it, now I know you know my rep nigga
And how it's hard to figure out my next step nigga (Huh)
So (Step nigga!) huh, nigga sit yo' ass down (Hah)
The way I mash down
Will only leave a legacy for me to pass down (Huh)
Don't speak unless you spoken to
Get broke in two
Flipmode, we (Hah) be the chosen few
(Yeah, nigga!) (Huh) Entrap y'all
I know some niggas (Hah) that'll clap y'all (Hah)
And strap y'all
Up to a post (Huh) and back slap y'all
Put y'all in a mailbox (Hah) and leave open the flap y'all (Hah)
That's the hap's, make niggas take forever naps y'all (Huh)
(Strap y'all!) All up inside of (Hah) your seatbelts (Huh)
The beats felt like a fire, watch the heat melt (Hah)
Your patent leather stack cheddar nigga (Ooh)
Now or never (Hah)
Better? Whatever, nigga, feel this hot Beretta (Hah)
'Cause when we come you know we hit you with that shit for the head (Huh)
With nough shit just like the Lox (Hah) and the dread
Me and my niggas we be breakin' this bread (Hah)
All the blood that we bled (Huh)
See we was broke and now we flossin' instead (Hah)
The shit I drop will never leave you mislead (Hah)
Might leave you tired in bed (Huh)
Shit ain't over 'til the party is dead
[Chorus]
All night
(Yeah, a-to my East niggas, West Coast and dirty south, we make ya)
Wave your hands up high
(Come on, light L's and drink some liquor, we make ya wild out)
All night
(Yeah, a-to my niggas and my bitches get money, if ya runnin' with me)
Wave your hands up high
(Ayo, I can't see y'all, you know we hang out in the streets y'all)
All night
(Yeah, a-to my East niggas, West Coast and dirty south, we make ya)
Wave your hands up high
(Come on, light L's and drink your liquor, we make ya wild out)
All night
(Yeah, to all my niggas and my bitches get money, if you runnin' with me)
Wave your hands up high
(Ayo, I can't see y'all, you know we hang out in the streets y'all)
All night
[Outro]
Yeah, all my live bitches let me see you just
Wave your hands up high
And all my niggas, runnin' around, getting pussy
All n-
All Night was written by Busta Rhymes & Swizz Beatz.
All Night was produced by Swizz Beatz.
Busta Rhymes released All Night on Tue Jun 20 2000.