Holla - Busta Rhymes

Yeah, yeah

This shit sound like… One, two o’clock in the mornin' with the full moon out

Niggas in they trucks, creepin'

With a fresh box of ecstasy pills for these bitches

Yeah, team select, please collect, Gs 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

, fuck 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 barmitzvah

Yo, map shit out, blast through the speakers

With a wifebeater on, Bushe below, a new pair of sneakers

Street niggas 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 niggas

Be all into my bounce so don’t be botherin', niggas

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!)

Ayo, get up, get out, get dough

(Ha, get dough, nigga)

Roll up, light up, and smoke that 'dro

(Smoke 'dro now)

Bitch, shake yo' hips and bounce real slow

Niggas, rep yo' hood, I’m with that

All my niggas

(All my niggas)

If you with me

(If you with me)

Yeah, I see you

(Yeah)

Holla

(Throw yo' guns in the motherfuckin air, c’mon!)

All my bitches, if you’re with me

(Yeah, all my bitches where you at now)

Yeah, I see you

(You know I see y’all)

Holla

(Yeah)

My whole entire mind state deeper—

Than astronomy and mathematics like Galileo

Smash you niggas like mashed potato

Back when niggas used to rock Ballys and Clarks

I used to watch, little niggas 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 niggas be leavin' they mark

Fuckin' with diplomats who love Bailey’s

Monopolize and quickly get other money fuckin' with Israelis

So solid how we be symbolic

To a handful of niggas that be all schemin' on the same wallet

Them type niggas that be conspirin' and kidnappin'

Shit happens!

Gun clap for you in the gift wrappin'

You should follow how the style switch up

Like a group of religious niggas schemin' to kill they archbishop

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

Filippo Brunelleschi

portrait is so hard to get

We got the obscure shit for the street

Nevertheless, we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat

Yo, we got the obscure shit for the street

Nevertheless, we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat

Ayo, get up, get out, get dough

(Ha)

Roll up, light up, and smoke that 'dro

(Get dough, smoke 'dro, muh’fuckers!)

Bitch, shake yo' hips and bounce real slow

(Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)

Niggas, rep yo' hood, I’m with that

All my niggas

(Yeah, all my niggas)

If you with me

(If you with me, c’mon!)

Yeah, I see you

(Yeah, know I see y’all)

Holla

(Throw yo' motherfuckin' guns in the sky, c’mon!)

All my bitches, if you’re with me

(All my bitches where you at, yaknow I see y’all)

Yeah, I see you

(Yeah! Yeah!)

Holla

(Holla at me, now, c’mon!)

Yeah

Busta Rhymes, cookin' up a little brown stew 'n' chicken

Dr. Dre, niggas

Yeah

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 cum all over me,

and when you do, I’ll bathe you.

And then we’ll get out the tub,

and we’ll fuck, and I’ll lick your ass, and I’ll braid your hair,

and you can fuck me anyway you please.

We can do almost anything,

but once we’re finished, 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…