The Wash movie - Holla lyrics

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Song by Busta Rhymes<br /><br>

Yeah, yea<br>

This shit sound like..<br>

one two o'clock in the mornin with the full moon out<br>

Niggaz in they trucks creepin<br>

With a fresh box of ecstasy pills for these bitches<br>

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[Verse One]<br>

Yeah, team select, please collect, G's connect<br>

Thieves nigga direct the trees to the SmokeFest<br>

Wanna take a toke? YES! The newest zone I'm in<br>

I'm like Smithsonian nigga, fuck it call me Napoleon<br>

Wave the torch, cut the head off the Leviathan<br>

The terminology I'm rhymin in cause a frenzy up in Ireland<br>

Hit ya, I'm gon get ya<br>

And drop the bomb scripture at your barmitzvah<br>

Yo, map shit out, blast through the speakers<br>

With a wifebeater on, Bushe below, a new pair of sneakers<br>

Street niggaz hang on the sidewalk, that's where I learned my fly talk<br>

Pimp-strut, and how to skywalk<br>

Moderatin how we establish the whole conglomerate<br>

The way we honor it, you'll never conquer it<br>

See how we wreck, has a global effect, on even Polish people<br>

Young and restless down to the old and feeble<br>

Peep them, Czechoslovakian to Yugoslavian niggaz<br>

Be all into my bounce so don't be botherin niggaz<br>

So NOW you should feel the whole cathedralish bounce<br>

Put one in your stomach leave you in a fetalish crouch, nigga<br>

My vernacular is spectacular<br>

Strategic plans'll have you lookin wacker than a postal office massacre<br>

Is that so? Make moves just like a fatso<br>

Bounce in a minivan Astro after my gat BLOW!<br>

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[Chorus]<br>

Aiyyo, get up, get up, get dough (get dough nigga)<br>

Roll up, light up, and smoke that 'dro (smoke 'dro now)<br>

Bitch shake yo' hips and bounce real slow<br>

Niggaz rep yo' hood, I'm with that --<br>

All my nig-gaz (all my niggaz) if you with me (if you with me)<br>

Yeah I see you (yeah) HOL-LA<br>

(Throw yo' guns in the motherfuckin air, c'mon!)<br>

All my bitch-es, if you're with me (yeah all my bitches where you at now)<br>

Yeah I see you (you know I see y'all) HOL-LA<br>

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[Verse Two]<br>

Yeah, my whole entire mindstate deeper<br>

than astronomy and mathematics like Galileo<br>

Smash you niggaz like mashed potato<br>

Back when niggaz used to rock Ballys and Clarks<br>

I used to watch, little niggaz shouldn't hustle nickel crack in the park<br>

Barrels spray the brighter flame in the dark<br>

Blood spill stain on the street, that's how niggaz be leavin they mark<br>

Fuckin with diplomats who love Bailey's<br>

Monopolize and quickly get other money fuckin with Israelis<br>

So solid how we be symbolic<br>

to a handful of niggaz that be all schemin on the same wallet<br>

Them type niggaz that be conspirin and kidnappin<br>

Shit happens! Gun clap for you in a GIFT wrappin<br>

You should follow how the style switch up<br>

Like a group of religious niggaz schemin to kill they arch-bishop<br>

You big pussy nigga actin all hard<br>

Call me atheist, because I don't believe in you God<br>

It's like a grand feast celebratin the bounce of the century<br>

I tote the recipe quick for any type of discrepancy<br>

Busta Rhymes the great renaissance artist and architect<br>

Like how a Felipe (?) portrait is so hard to get<br>

We got the obscure shit for the street<br>

Nevertheless we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat<br>

Yo, we got the obscure shit for the street<br>

Nevertheless we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat<br>

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[Chorus w/ slightly different (ad libs)]<br>

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[Busta Rhymes]<br>

Holla at me now, c'mon!<br>

Yeah.. Busta Rhymes, cookin up a little brown stew chicken<br>

Dr. Dre niggaz, yea<br>

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