Listen to Holla song with lyrics from Busta Rhymes

Holla

Busta Rhymes13 Nov 2001

Holla Lyrics

Holla - Busta Rhymes (布斯塔·瑞恩)

Written by:T. Smith/Andre R. Young/Mike Elizondo/Camara Kambon

Yeah yeah

 

This sh*t sound like

 

One two o'clock in the mornin' with the full moon out

 

N**gas in they trucks creepin'

 

With a fresh box of e*****y pills for these b**ches

 

Yeah team select please collect gs connect

Thieves n**ga direct the trees to the smoke fest

Wanna take a toke yes

The newest zone I'm in

I'm like Smithsonian n**ga f**k 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 sh*t out blast through the speakers

With a wifebeater on bushe below a new pair of sneakers

Street n**gas 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 n**gas

Be all into my bounce so don't be botherin' n**gas

So now you should feel the whole cathedralish bounce

Put one in your stomach leave you in a fetalish crouch n**ga

My vernacular is spectacular

Strategic plans'll have you look in wacker than a postal office massacre

Is that so make moves just like a fatso

Bounce in a minivan astro after my gat blow

 

Ayo get up get out get dough

Ha get dough n**ga

Roll up light up and smoke that' dro

Smoke' dro now

B**ch shake yo' hips and bounce real slow

 

N**gas rep yo' hood I'm with that

All my n**gas

 

All my n**gas

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 mind state deeper

 

Than astronomy and mathematics like Galileo

Smash you n**gas like mashed potato

Back when n**gas used to rock ballys and Clarke

I used to watch

Little n**gas 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**gas 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 n**gas that be all schemin' on the same wallet

Them type n**gas that be conspirin' and kidnappin'

 

Sh*t happens gun clap for you in the gift wrappin'

You should follow how the style switch up

Like a group of religious n**gas schemin' to kill they archbishop

You big pu**y n**ga 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 Filipino Brunelleschi 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

Ayo get up get out get dough

Ha

Roll up light up and smoke that' dro

Get dough smoke' dro muh'f**kers

B**ch shake yo' hips and bounce real slow

Yeah yeah yeah

N**gas rep yo' hood I'm with that

All my n**gas

Yeah all my n**gas

If you with me

If you with me c'mon

Yeah I see you

 

Yeah know I see y'all

Holla

Throw yo' motherf**kin' guns in the sky c'mon

 

All my b**ches if you're with me

All my b**ches where you at yaknow I see y'all

Yeah I see you

Yeah yeah

 

Holla

Holla at me now c'mon

 

Yeah

 

Busta rhymes cookin' up a little brown stew' n' chicken

 

Dr dre n**gas

 

Yeah

 

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 c*m all over me and when you do

I'll bathe you

 

And then we'll get out the tub and we'll f**k

 

And I'll lick your a** and I'll braid your hair

 

And you can f**k me anyway you please

 

We can do almost anything but once we're finished

 

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

Comments for Holla (2)

thabisotebza
thabisotebza

Classic 🔥

Mtshepana
Mtshepana

Damn, this guy is dope