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BUSTA RHYMES lyrics : "Holla"

Yeah, yea
This %#@! sound like..
one two o'clock in the mornin with the full moon out

^!$$%z in they trucks creepin
With a fresh box of ecstasy pills for these (*##$es


[Verse One]
Yeah, team select, please collect, G's connect
Thieves ^!$$% direct the trees to the SmokeFest

Wanna take a toke? YES! The newest zone I'm in
I'm like Smithsonian ^!$$%, $#&@ 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 %#@! out, blast through the speakers
With a wifebeater on, Bushe below, a new pair of sneakers
Street ^!$$%z 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 ^!$$%z

Be all into my bounce so don't be botherin ^!$$%z
So NOW you should feel the whole cathedralish bounce
Put one in your stomach leave you in a fetalish crouch, ^!$$%

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 ^!$$%)
Roll up, light up, and smoke that 'dro (smoke 'dro now)
(*##$ shake yo' hips and bounce real slow

^!$$%z rep yo' hood, I'm with that --
All my nig-gaz (all my ^!$$%z) if you with me (if you with me)
Yeah I see you (yeah) HOL-LA

(Throw yo' guns in the mother$#&@in air, c'mon!)
All my (*##$-es, if you're with me (yeah all my (*##$es where you at now)
Yeah I see you (you know I see y'all) HOL-LA


[Verse Two]
Yeah, my whole entire mindstate deeper

than astronomy and mathematics like Galileo
Smash you ^!$$%z like mashed potato
Back when ^!$$%z used to rock Ballys and Clarks

I used to watch, little ^!$$%z shouldn't hustle nickel crack in the park
Barrels spray the brighter flame in the dark
Blood spill stain on the street, that's how ^!$$%z be leavin they mark

$#&@in with diplomats who love Bailey's
Monopolize and quickly get other money $#&@in with Israelis
So solid how we be symbolic

to a handful of ^!$$%z that be all schemin on the same wallet
Them type ^!$$%z that be conspirin and kidnappin
%#@! happens! Gun clap for you in a GIFT wrappin

You should follow how the style switch up
Like a group of religious ^!$$%z schemin to kill they arch-bishop
You big #~!!@ ^!$$% 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 %#@! for the street

Nevertheless we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat
Yo, we got the obscure %#@! for the street
Nevertheless we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat


[Chorus w/ slightly different ad libs]


[Busta Rhymes]
Holla at me now, c'mon!
Yeah.. Busta Rhymes, cookin up a little brown stew chicken

Dr. Dre ^!$$%z, yea

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