Songtexte Holla - Busta Rhymes

Yeah, yea
This s*it sound like
One two o'clock in the mornin with the full moon out
Ni*az in they trucks creepin
With a fresh box of ecstasy pills for these bi*ches

Yeah, team select, please collect, G's connect
Thieves ni*a direct the trees to the SmokeFest
Wanna take a toke? Yes! The newest zone I'm in
I'm like Smithsonian ni*a, f*ck 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 s*it out, blast through the speakers
With a wifebeater on, Bushe below, a new pair of sneakers
Street ni*az 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 ni*az
Be all into my bounce so don't be botherin ni*az
So now you should feel the whole cathedralish bounce
Put one in your stomach leave you in a fetalish crouch, ni*a
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!

Aiyyo, get up, get up, get dough (get dough ni*a)
Roll up, light up, and smoke that 'dro (smoke 'dro now)
B*ch shake yo' hips and bounce real slow
Nig*az rep yo' hood, I'm with that -
All my nig-gaz (all my ni*az) if you with me (if you with me)
Yeah I see you (yeah) holla
(Throw yo' guns in the motherf*kin air, c'mon!)
All my b*ches, if you're with me (yeah all my b*ches where you at now)
Yeah I see you (you know I see y'all) holla

Yeah, my whole entire mindstate deeper
Than astronomy and mathematics like Galileo
Smash you ni*az like mashed potato
Back when ni*az used to rock Ballys and Clarks
I used to watch, little ni*az 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 ni*az be leavin they mark
F*kin with diplomats who love Bailey's
Monopolize and quickly get other money f*kin with Israelis
So solid how we be symbolic
To a handful of ni*az that be all schemin on the same wallet
Them type ni*az that be conspirin and kidnappin
S*t happens! Gun clap for you in a GIFT wrappin
You should follow how the style switch up
Like a group of religious nig*az schemin to kill they arch-bishop
You big pu*y nig*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 Felipe (?) 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

Aiyyo, get up, get up, get dough (get dough ni*a)
Roll up, light up, and smoke that 'dro (smoke 'dro now)
B*ch shake yo' hips and bounce real slow
Nig*az 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) holla
(Throw yo' guns in the motherf*kin air, c'mon!)
All my b*ches, if you're with me (yeah all my b*ches where you at now)
Yeah I see you (you know I see y'all) holla

(Busta Rhymes)
Cookin up a little brown stew chicken
Dr. Dre ni-az, yea