Holla Lyrics - Genesis - Busta Rhymes

Yeah, yea 

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 

(Verse One) 

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 barmitzvah 

Yo, map shit out, blast through the speakers 

With a wifebeater 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! 

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(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 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-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 

Photos 

(Verse Two) 

Yeah, my whole entire mindstate deeper 

than astronomy and mathematics like Galileo 

Smash you niggaz like mashed potato 

Back when niggaz used to rock Ballys 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 symbolic 

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 

Yo, we got the obscure shit for the street 

Nevertheless 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 chicken 

Dr. Dre niggaz, yea