Yeah, yea   This shit sound like..   one two o'clock in the mornin with the full moon out   Niggaz in they trucks creepin   With a fresh box of ecstasy pills for these bitches      [Verse One]   Yeah, team select, please collect, G's connect   Thieves nigga direct the trees to the SmokeFest   Wanna 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 rhymin 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 wifebeater on, Bushe below, a new pair of sneakers   Street niggaz hang on the sidewalk, that's where I learned my fly talk   Pimp-strut, and how to skywalk   Moderatin 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 niggaz   Be all into my bounce so don't be botherin niggaz   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 lookin 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]   Aiyyo, 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   Niggaz rep yo' hood, I'm with that --   All my nig-gaz (all 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!)   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      [Verse Two]   Yeah, my whole entire mindstate deeper   than astronomy and mathematics like Galileo   Smash you niggaz like mashed potato   Back when niggaz used to rock Ballys and Clarks   I used to watch, little niggaz 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 niggaz be leavin they mark   Fuckin with diplomats who love Bailey's   Monopolize and quickly get other money fuckin with Israelis   So solid how we be symbolic   to a handful of niggaz that be all schemin on the same wallet   Them type niggaz that be conspirin and kidnappin   Shit happens! Gun clap for you in a GIFT wrappin   You should follow how the style switch up   Like a group of religious niggaz schemin to kill they arch-bishop   You big pussy nigga actin all hard   Call me atheist, because I don't believe in you God   It's like a grand feast celebratin 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 w/ slightly different (ad libs)]      [Busta Rhymes]   Holla at me now, c'mon!   Yeah.. Busta Rhymes, cookin up a little brown stew chicken   Dr. Dre niggaz, yea