Busta Rhymes - Holla Lyrics
Yeah, yeaThis shit sound like..one two o'clock in the mornin with the full moon outNiggaz in they trucks creepinWith a fresh box of ecstasy pills for these *****es[Verse One]Yeah, team select, please collect, G's connectThieves nigga direct the trees to the SmokeFestWanna take a toke? YES! The newest zone I'm inI'm like Smithsonian nigga, ***** it call me NapoleonWave the torch, cut the head off the LeviathanThe terminology I'm rhymin in cause a frenzy up in IrelandHit ya, I'm gon get yaAnd drop the bomb scripture at your barmitzvahYo, map shit out, blast through the speakersWith a wifebeater on, Bushe below, a new pair of sneakersStreet niggaz hang on the sidewalk, that's where I learned my fly talkPimp-strut, and how to skywalkModeratin how we establish the whole conglomerateThe way we honor it, you'll never conquer itSee how we wreck, has a global effect, on even Polish peopleYoung and restless down to the old and feeblePeep them, Czechoslovakian to Yugoslavian niggazBe all into my bounce so don't be botherin niggazSo NOW you should feel the whole cathedralish bouncePut one in your stomach leave you in a fetalish crouch, niggaMy vernacular is spectacularStrategic plans'll have you lookin wacker than a postal office massacreIs that so? Make moves just like a fatsoBounce in a minivan Astro after my gat BLOW![Chorus]Aiyyo, get up, get up, get dough (get dough nigga)Roll up, light up, and smoke that 'dro (smoke 'dro now)***** shake yo' hips and bounce real slowNiggaz 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(Thro
