Yeah, yea
This shit sound like
One two o'clock in the morning with the full moon out
Niggas in they trucks creeping
With a fresh box of ecstasy pills for these bitchesYeah, team select, please collect, G's connect
Thieves nigga direct the trees to the SmokeFest
Want to 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 rhyming 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 wife beater on, Bushe below, a new pair of sneakers
Street niggas hang on the sidewalk, that's where I learned my fly talk
Pimp-strut, and how to skywalk
Moderating 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 niggas
Be all into my bounce so don't be bothering niggas
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 looking wacker than a postal office massacre
Is that so? Make moves just like a fatso
Bounce in a minivan Astro after my gat blow![Chorus]
Hey yo, 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
Niggas rep yo' hood, I'm with that
All my nig-gas (all my niggas) if you with me (if you with me)
Yeah I see you (yeah) HOL-LA
(Throw yo' guns in the motherfucking 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-LAYeah, my whole entire mind state deeper
Than astronomy and mathematics like Galileo
Smash you niggas like mashed potato
Back when niggas used to rock Ballys and Clarks
I used to watch, little niggas 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 niggas be leaving they mark
Fucking with diplomats who love Bailey's
Monopolize and quickly get other money fucking with Israelis
So solid how we be symbolic
To a handful of niggas that be all scheming on the same wallet
Them type niggas that be conspiring and kidnapping
Shit happens! Gun clap for you in a gift wrapping
You should follow how the style switch up
Like a group of religious niggas scheming to kill they arch-bishop
You big pussy nigga acting all hard
Call me atheist, because I don't believe in you God
It's like a grand feast celebrating 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][Busta Rhymes]
Holla at me now, c'mon!
Yeah, Busta Rhymes, cooking up a little brown stew chicken
Dr. Dre niggas, yea
Songwriters
ELIZONDO, MIKE / KAMBON, CAMARA / SMITH, TREVOR / YOUNG, ANDREPublished by
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