Holla Lyrics – Busta Rhymes
Singer: Busta Rhymes
Title: Holla
Yeah, yea
This sh#t sound like
One two o’clock in the morning with the full moon out
n#gg#s in they trucks creeping
With a fresh box of ecstasy pills for these b#tches
Yeah, team select, please collect, G’s connect
Thieves n#gg# direct the trees to the SmokeFest
Want to take a toke? YES! The newest zone I’m in
I’m like Smithsonian n#gg#, f*ck it call me Napoleon
Wave the torch, cut the head off the Leviathan
The terminology I’m rhyming 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#t out, blast through the speakers
With a wife beater on, Bushe below, a new pair of sneakers
Street n#gg#s hang on the sidewalk, that’s where I learned my fly talk
Pimp-strut, and how to skywalk
Moderating 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#gg#s
Be all into my bounce so don’t be bothering n#gg#s
So NOW you should feel the whole cathedralish bounce
Put one in your stomach leave you in a fetalish crouch, n#gg#
My vernacular is spectacular
Strategic plans’ll have you looking wacker than a postal office massacre
Is that so? Make moves just like a fatso
Bounce in a minivan Astro after my gat blow!
Hey yo, get up, get up, get dough (get dough n#gg#)
Roll up, light up, and smoke that ‘dro (smoke ‘dro now)
b#tch shake yo’ hips and bounce real slow
n#gg#s rep yo’ hood, I’m with that
All my nig-gas (all my n#gg#s) if you with me (if you with me)
Yeah I see you (yeah) HOL-LA
(Throw yo’ guns in the motherf#cking air, c’mon!)
All my b#tch-es, if you’re with me (yeah all my b#tches where you at now)
Yeah I see you (you know I see y’all) HOL-LA
Yeah, my whole entire mind state deeper
Than astronomy and mathematics like Galileo
Smash you n#gg#s like mashed potato
Back when n#gg#s used to rock Ballys and Clarks
I used to watch, little n#gg#s 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#gg#s be leaving they mark
f#cking with diplomats who love Bailey’s
Monopolize and quickly get other money f#cking with Israelis
So solid how we be symbolic
To a handful of n#gg#s that be all scheming on the same wallet
Them type n#gg#s that be conspiring and kidnapping
sh#t happens! Gun clap for you in a gift wrapping
You should follow how the style switch up
Like a group of religious n#gg#s scheming to kill they arch-bishop
You big p#ss# n#gg# acting all hard
Call me atheist, because I don’t believe in you God
It’s like a grand feast celebrating the bounce of the century
I tote the recipe quick for any type of discrepancy
Like how a Felipe portrait is so hard to get
We got the obscure sh#t for the street
Nevertheless we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat
Yo, we got the obscure sh#t for the street
Nevertheless we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat
Holla at me now, c’mon!
Dr. Dre n#gg#s, yea
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