Holla - BUSTA RHYMES



Yeah, yea

This shit 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 bitches



[Verse One]

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, 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 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!



[Chorus]

Aiyyo, get up, get up, get dough (get dough nigga)

Roll up, light up, and smoke that 'dro (smoke 'dro now)

Bitch 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

(Thro



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