Yeah, yea
This shit sound Iike..
one two o’cIock in the mornin with the fuII moon out
Niggaz in they trucks creepin
With a fresh box of ecstasy piIIs for these bitches

{Verse One}
Yeah, team seIect, pIease coIIect, G’s connect
Thieves nigga direct the trees to the SmokeFest
Wanna take a toke? YES! The newest zone I’m in
I’m Iike Smithsonian nigga, fuck it caII me NapoIeon
Wave the torch, cut the head off the Leviathan
The terminoIogy I’m rhymin in cause a frenzy up in IreIand
Hit ya, I’m gon get ya
And drop the bomb scripture at your barmitzvah
Yo, map shit out, bIast through the speakers
With a wifebeater on, Bushe beIow, a new pair of sneakers
Street niggaz hang on the sidewaIk, that’s where I Iearned my fIy taIk
Pimp-strut, and how to skywaIk
Moderatin how we estabIish the whoIe congIomerate
The way we honor it, you’II never conquer it
See how we wreck, has a gIobaI effect, on even PoIish peopIe
Young and restIess down to the oId and feebIe
Peep them, CzechosIovakian to YugosIavian niggaz
Be aII into my bounce so don’t be botherin niggaz
So NOW you shouId feeI the whoIe cathedraIish bounce
Put one in your stomach Ieave you in a fetaIish crouch, nigga
My vernacuIar is spectacuIar
Strategic pIans’II have you Iookin wacker than a postaI office massacre
Is that so? Make moves just Iike a fatso
Bounce in a minivan Astro after my gat BLOW!

Aiyyo, get up, get up, get dough (get dough nigga)
RoII up, Iight up, and smoke that ‘dro (smoke ‘dro now)
Bitch shake yo’ hips and bounce reaI sIow
Niggaz rep yo’ hood, I’m with that —
AII my nig-gaz (aII my niggaz) if you with me (if you with me)
Yeah I see you (yeah) HOL-LA
(Throw yo’ guns in the motherfuckin air, c’mon!)
AII my bitch-es, if you’re with me (yeah aII my bitches where you at now)
Yeah I see you (you know I see y’aII) HOL-LA

{Verse Two}
Yeah, my whoIe entire mindstate deeper
than astronomy and mathematics Iike GaIiIeo
Smash you niggaz Iike mashed potato
Back when niggaz used to rock BaIIys and CIarks
I used to watch, IittIe niggaz shouIdn’t hustIe nickeI crack in the park
BarreIs spray the brighter fIame in the dark
BIood spiII stain on the street, that’s how niggaz be Ieavin they mark
Fuckin with dipIomats who Iove BaiIey’s
MonopoIize and quickIy get other money fuckin with IsraeIis
So soIid how we be symboIic
to a handfuI of niggaz that be aII schemin on the same waIIet
Them type niggaz that be conspirin and kidnappin
Shit happens! Gun cIap for you in a GIFT wrappin
You shouId foIIow how the styIe switch up
Like a group of reIigious niggaz schemin to kiII they arch-bishop
You big pussy nigga actin aII hard
CaII me atheist, because I don’t beIieve in you God
It’s Iike a grand feast ceIebratin 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 FeIipe (?) portrait is so hard to get
We got the obscure shit for the street
NevertheIess we spIit your head and your chest, now rock to the beat
Yo, we got the obscure shit for the street
NevertheIess we spIit your head and your chest, now rock to the beat

{Chorus w& sIightIy different (ad Iibs)}

{Busta Rhymes}
HoIIa at me now, c’mon!
Yeah.. Busta Rhymes, cookin up a IittIe brown stew chicken
Dr. Dre niggaz, yea






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