Yeah, yea
This s*** sound like
One two o'clock in the morning with the full moon out
n***** in they trucks creeping
With a fresh box of ecstasy pills for these b******
Yeah, team select, please collect, G's connect
Thieves n**** direct the trees to the SmokeFest
Want to take a toke? YES! The newest zone I'm in
I'm like Smithsonian n****, f*** 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 s*** out, blast through the speakers
With a wife beater on, Bushe below, a new pair of sneakers
Street n***** 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 n*****
Be all into my bounce so don't be bothering n*****
So NOW you should feel the whole cathedralish bounce
Put one in your stomach leave you in a fetalish crouch, n****
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 n****)
Roll up, light up, and smoke that 'dro (smoke 'dro now)
b**** shake yo' hips and bounce real slow
n***** rep yo' hood, I'm with that
All my nig-gas (all my n*****) if you with me (if you with me)
Yeah I see you (yeah) HOL-LA
(Throw yo' guns in the m************ air, c'mon!)
All my b****-es, if you're with me (yeah all my b****** 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 n***** like mashed potato
Back when n***** used to rock Ballys and Clarks
I used to watch, little n***** 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***** be leaving they mark
f****** with diplomats who love Bailey's
Monopolize and quickly get other money f****** with Israelis
So solid how we be symbolic
To a handful of n***** that be all scheming on the same wallet
Them type n***** that be conspiring and kidnapping
s*** happens! Gun clap for you in a gift wrapping
You should follow how the style switch up
Like a group of religious n***** scheming to kill they arch-bishop
You big p**** n**** 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 s*** for the street
Nevertheless we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat
Yo, we got the obscure s*** 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 n*****, yea
This s*** sound like
One two o'clock in the morning with the full moon out
n***** in they trucks creeping
With a fresh box of ecstasy pills for these b******
Yeah, team select, please collect, G's connect
Thieves n**** direct the trees to the SmokeFest
Want to take a toke? YES! The newest zone I'm in
I'm like Smithsonian n****, f*** 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 s*** out, blast through the speakers
With a wife beater on, Bushe below, a new pair of sneakers
Street n***** 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 n*****
Be all into my bounce so don't be bothering n*****
So NOW you should feel the whole cathedralish bounce
Put one in your stomach leave you in a fetalish crouch, n****
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 n****)
Roll up, light up, and smoke that 'dro (smoke 'dro now)
b**** shake yo' hips and bounce real slow
n***** rep yo' hood, I'm with that
All my nig-gas (all my n*****) if you with me (if you with me)
Yeah I see you (yeah) HOL-LA
(Throw yo' guns in the m************ air, c'mon!)
All my b****-es, if you're with me (yeah all my b****** 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 n***** like mashed potato
Back when n***** used to rock Ballys and Clarks
I used to watch, little n***** 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***** be leaving they mark
f****** with diplomats who love Bailey's
Monopolize and quickly get other money f****** with Israelis
So solid how we be symbolic
To a handful of n***** that be all scheming on the same wallet
Them type n***** that be conspiring and kidnapping
s*** happens! Gun clap for you in a gift wrapping
You should follow how the style switch up
Like a group of religious n***** scheming to kill they arch-bishop
You big p**** n**** 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 s*** for the street
Nevertheless we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat
Yo, we got the obscure s*** 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 n*****, yea