Busta Rhymes — Holla

[Intro] 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 [Verse 1] 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!) [Hook] 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) [Verse 2] 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 [Hook] 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!) [Outro] Yeah Busta Rhymes, cookin' up a little brown stew 'n' chicken Dr. Dre, niggas Yeah [Skit: Wife-in-law] 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... [Produced by Dr. Dre]