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Holla


Busta Rhymes Lyrics

 

Holla by Busta Rhymes


This sh*t sound like...
One two o'clock in the mornin' with the full moon out
Niggaz in they trucks creepin'
With a fresh box of ecstasy pills for these b**ches
Yeah, team select, please collect, G's connect
Thieves nigga direct the trees to the SmokeFest
Wanna take a toke? YES! The newest zone I'm in
I'm like Smithsonian nigga, f**k it call me Napoleon
Wave the torch, cut the head off the Leviathan
The terminology I'm rhymin' in 'cause a frenzy up in Ireland
Hit ya, I'm gon get ya
And drop the bomb scripture at your bar mitzvah
Yo, map sh*t out, blast through the speakers
With a wife beater on, Bushe below, a new pair of sneakers
Street niggaz hang on the sidewalk, that's where I learned my fly talk
Pimp-strut, and how to skywalk
Moderatin' how we establish the whole conglomerate
The way we honor it, you'll never conquer it
See how we wreck, has a global effect, on even Polish people
Young and restless down to the old and feeble
Peep them, Czechoslovakian to Yugoslavian niggaz
Be all into my bounce so don't be botherin' niggaz
So NOW you should feel the whole cathedralish bounce
Put one in your stomach leave you in a fetalish crouch, nigga
My vernacular is spectacular
Strategic plans 'll have you lookin' wacker than a postal office massacre
Is that so? Make moves just like a fatso
Bounce in a minivan Astro after my gat BLOW!
Aiyyo, get up, get up, get dough (get dough nigga)
Roll up, light up, and smoke that 'dro (smoke 'dro now)
b**ch shake yo' hips and bounce real slow
Niggaz rep yo' hood, I'm with that --
All my nig-gaz (all my niggaz) if you with me (if you with me)
Yeah I see you (yeah) HOL-LA
(Throw yo' guns in the motherf**kin' air, c'mon! )
All my b**ch's, if you're with me (yeah all my b**ches where you at now)
Yeah I see you (you know I see y'all) HOL-LA
Yeah, my whole entire mind state deeper
Than astronomy and mathematics like Galileo
Smash you niggaz like mashed potato
Back when niggaz used to rock Bally's and Clarks
I used to watch, little niggaz shouldn't hustle nickel crack in the park
Barrels spray the brighter flame in the dark
Blood spill stain on the street, that's how niggaz be leavin' they mark
f**kin' with diplomats who love Bailey's
Monopolize and quickly get other money f**kin' with Israelis
So solid how we be symbolic
To a handful of niggaz that be all schemin' on the same wallet
Them type niggaz that be conspirin' and kidnappin'
sh*t happens! Gun clap for you in a GIFT wrappin'
You should follow how the style switch up
Like a group of religious niggaz schemin' to kill they arch-bishop
You big pussy nigga actin' all hard
Call me atheist, because I don't believe in you God
It's like a grand feast celebratin' the bounce of the century
I tote the recipe quick for any type of discrepancy
Busta Rhymes the great renaissance artist and architect
Like how a Felipe (??? ) portrait is so hard to get
We got the obscure sh*t for the street
Nevertheless we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat
We got the obscure sh*t for the street
Nevertheless we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat
Aiyyo, get up, get up, get dough (get dough nigga)
Roll up, light up, and smoke that 'dro (smoke 'dro now)
b**ch shake yo' hips and bounce real slow
Niggaz rep yo' hood, I'm with that --
All my nig-gaz (all my niggaz) if you with me (if you with me)
Yeah I see you (yeah) HOL-LA
(Throw yo' guns in the motherf**kin' air, c'mon! )
All my b**ch's, if you're with me (yeah all my b**ches where you at now)
Yeah I see you (you know I see y'all) HOL-LA
Holla at me now, c'mon!
Yeah... Busta Rhymes, cookin' up a little brown stew chicken
Dr. Dre niggaz, yea
Yeah, I understand that you're not happy
But that's your wife
And I'm your mistress
So you gotta go back home
But before you do
Let me swallow you
Let me lick you in all the right places
I want you to come all over me
And when you do I bath you
And then we'll get out of the tub
And I'll f**k you
And I'll lick your ass
And I'll braid your hair
And you can f**k me any way you please
We can do almost anything
But once we finish
And you're happy here
You have to go back home to your wife
But don't you ever forget
That I'm your wife in law



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