- Votes:
- Composers:
- Young
- Smith
- Kambon
- Elizondo
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- busta bust
- fatlacespop
- rap
 
- See also:
Busta Rhymes - Holla lyrics
This shit sound like...
 One two o'clock in the mornin' with the full moon out
 Niggaz in they trucks creepin'
 With a fresh box of ecstasy pills for these bitches
 Yeah, team select, please collect, G's 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 bar mitzvah
 Yo, map shit out, blast through the speakers
 With a wife beater on, Bushe below, a new pair of sneakers
 Street niggaz 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 niggaz
 Be all into my bounce so don't be botherin' niggaz
 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!
 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 slow
 Niggaz 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's, 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
 Yeah, my whole entire mind state deeper
 Than astronomy and mathematics like Galileo
 Smash you niggaz like mashed potato
 Back when niggaz used to rock Bally's and Clarks
 I used to watch, little niggaz 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 niggaz 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 symbolicBusta Rhymes - Holla - http://motolyrics.com/busta-rhymes/holla-lyrics.html
 To a handful of niggaz that be all schemin' on the same wallet
 Them type niggaz that be conspirin' and kidnappin'
 Shit happens! Gun clap for you in a GIFT wrappin'
 You should follow how the style switch up
 Like a group of religious niggaz schemin' to kill they arch-bishop
 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 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
 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 nigga)
 Roll up, light up, and smoke that 'dro (smoke 'dro now)
 Bitch shake yo' hips and bounce real slow
 Niggaz 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's, 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
 Holla at me now, c'mon!
 Yeah... Busta Rhymes, cookin' up a little brown stew chicken
 Dr. Dre niggaz, yea
 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 come all over me
 And when you do I bath you
 And then we'll get out of the tub
 And I'll fuck you
 And I'll lick your ass
 And I'll braid your hair
 And you can fuck me any way you please
 We can do almost anything
 But once we finish
 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


















