Holla
Busta Rhymes feat. Dr. Dre Lyrics

Yeah, yea
Agreement and acknowledgement of what's about to happen

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 bitches
The atmosphere is set for a certain type of party with shady activities and a drug-fueled environment

Yeah, 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
Getting high and connecting with other gangsters in a special event atmosphere, feeling like a powerful historical figure

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
Being a dominant lyrical force and hyping up the crowd, even those who weren't expecting to get into the vibe

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
Being confident and stylish, with clever ways of expressing oneself, learned from the streets

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
Showing that their gang is well-established and respected worldwide, with even the most unlikely people getting into their style, and making it clear that anyone who messes with them will face serious consequences

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!
Boasting about their impressive language skills, and making threats to any perceived enemies

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-LA
Encouraging people to party, represent their area, and have fun together, with a call to throw up their guns in celebration

Yeah, 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
Showing their intellectual prowess and their willingness to use violence to impose their dominance, while reminiscing on the past and the harsh realities of growing up in the streets

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
Calling out fake gangsters and making threats, while also referencing the dangers and risks of changing one's style or beliefs

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
Presenting themselves as artistic geniuses who are in complete control of their music and the streets, and challenging anyone who dares to question their authority

Holla at me now, c'mon! Yeah, Busta Rhymes, cooking up a little brown stew chicken Dr. Dre niggas, yea
Wrapping up the song with a final shout-out and some culinary musings