Busta Rhymes - Holla lyrics

Yeah, yeah This sh** sound like.. One two o'clock in the mornin with the full moon out n***as in they trucks creepin With a fresh box of ecstasy pills for these b**hes [Verse One] Yeah, team select, please collect, G's connect Thieves n***a direct the trees to the SmokeFest Wanna take a toke? YES! The newest zone I'm in I'm like Smithsonian n***a, f** 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 sh** out, blast through the speakers With a wifebeater on, Bushe below, a new pair of sneakers Street n***as 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 n***as Be all into my bounce so don't be botherin n***as So NOW you should feel the whole cathedralish bounce Put one in your stomach leave you in a fetalish crouch, n***a My vernacular is spectacular Strategic plans'll have you lookin wacker than a postal office ma**acre Is that so? Make moves just like a fatso Bounce in a minivan Astro after my gat BLOW! [Hook] Aiyyo, get up, get up, get dough (get dough n***a) Roll up, light up, and smoke that 'dro (smoke 'dro now) b**h shake yo' hips and bounce real slow n***as rep yo' hood, I'm with that -- All my nig-gaz (all my n***as) if you with me (if you with me) Yeah I see you (yeah) HOL-LA (Throw yo' guns in the motherf**in air, c'mon!) All my b**h-es, if you're with me (yeah all my b**hes 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 n***as like mashed potato Back when n***as used to rock Ballys and Clarks I used to watch, little n***as 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 n***as be leavin they mark f**in with diplomats who love Bailey's Monopolize and quickly get other money f**in with Israelis So solid how we be symbolic To a handful of n***as that be all schemin on the same wallet Them type n***as that be conspirin and kidnappin sh** happens! Gun clap for you in a GIFT wrappin You should follow how the style switch up Like a group of religious n***as schemin to k** they arch-bishop You big p**y n***a 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 sh** for the street Nevertheless we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat Yo, we got the obscure sh** for the street Nevertheless we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat [Hook] 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 n***as, yea