Текст песни Busta Rhymes - Holla
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Yeah, yeaThis shit sound like..one two o`clock in the mornin with the full moon outNiggaz in they trucks creepinWith a fresh box of ecstasy pills for these bitches[Verse One]Yeah, team select, please collect, G`s connectThieves nigga direct the trees to the SmokeFestWanna take a toke? YES! The newest zone I`m inI`m like Smithsonian nigga, fuck it call me NapoleonWave the torch, cut the head off the LeviathanThe terminology I`m rhymin in cause a frenzy up in IrelandHit ya, I`m gon get yaAnd drop the bomb scripture at your barmitzvahYo, map shit out, blast through the speakersWith a wifebeater on, Bushe below, a new pair of sneakersStreet niggaz hang on the sidewalk, that`s where I learned my fly talkPimp-strut, and how to skywalkModeratin how we establish the whole conglomerateThe way we honor it, you`ll never conquer itSee how we wreck, has a global effect, on even Polish peopleYoung and restless down to the old and feeblePeep them, Czechoslovakian to Yugoslavian niggazBe all into my bounce so don`t be botherin niggazSo NOW you should feel the whole cathedralish bouncePut one in your stomach leave you in a fetalish crouch, niggaMy vernacular is spectacularStrategic plans`ll have you lookin wacker than a postal office massacreIs that so? Make moves just like a fatsoBounce 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 slowNiggaz 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(Throw yo` guns in the motherfuckin air, c`mon!)All my bitch-es, if you`re with me (yeah all my bitches where you at now)Yeah I see you (you know I see y`all) HOL-LA[Verse Two]Yeah, my whole entire mindstate deeperthan astronomy and mathematics like GalileoSmash you niggaz like mashed potatoBack when niggaz used to rock Ballys and ClarksI used to watch, little niggaz shouldn`t hustle nickel crack in the parkBarrels spray the brighter flame in the darkBlood spill stain on the street, that`s how niggaz be leavin they markFuckin with diplomats who love Bailey`sMonopolize and quickly get other money fuckin with IsraelisSo solid how we be symbolicto a handful of niggaz that be all schemin on the same walletThem type niggaz that be conspirin and kidnappinShit happens! Gun clap for you in a GIFT wrappinYou should follow how the style switch upLike a group of religious niggaz schemin to kill they arch-bishopYou big pussy nigga actin all hardCall me atheist, because I don`t believe in you GodIt`s like a grand feast celebratin the bounce of the centuryI tote the recipe quick for any type of discrepancyBusta Rhymes the great renaissance artist and architectLike how a Filippo Brunelleschi portrait is so hard to getWe got the obscure shit for the streetNevertheless we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beatYo, we got the obscure shit for the streetNevertheless 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 chickenDr. Dre niggaz, yea