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Hola' Hovito

This song is by Jay-Z and appears on the album The Blueprint (2001).

(J) Uh (A) uh-uh (Y) uh uh-uh
Ah ch-ch ah, ch-ah, ah uh-uh
Ah ch-ch ah, ch-ah, ah uh-uh
It's that hop I'm talkin' bout right here timbo!

I can't be stopped when it hop like this family, uh!
(Uno, dos, tres, cuatro!)

They say hola' hovito
That's what they sayin' when I roll up with my people
My music bangin' like - them vatos locos got rap in the choke
And I won't surrender it with, beats by timbaland
Cierre la boca, my baby
All I wanna, do is, stroke ya all crazy
My, dick game is vicious, insane at bitches
Mami keep comin' back cause mami came vicious
Catch hov' in the drop, nasty thang lane switchin
Once you turn your neck for a sec your dame's missin'
Bujando, bujando, the cops is comin'
Got that rap patrol behind yo, get the runnin'
I'm unstoppable hov', untoppable flows
I'm the compadre, the sinatra of my day
Ol' blue eyes my nigga, I did it my way
If y'all not rollin' with hov' then hit the highway

(Hola' hovito!) yeah, yeah (hola' hovito!)
Yeah that's what they sayin' when that music get to bangin'
Put it down for my PEO-PLE!
(Hola' hovito! hola' hovito!)
Yeah that's what they sayin' when that music get to bangin'
Put it down for my PEO-PLE!

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah naw I don't fuck aorund, stay on my j.o.
Hov' been about that dough since I was a day old
Oh, push perrico if I need to for the rule of evil
Was born in the belly that's the way the streets breed you
One life to live - notice you get no sequel
So I truly got to live this like my last movie
Six oohie, jewels drippin, big toolie
I ball for real, y'all niggaz is Sam Bowie
And with the third pick - I made the earth sick
M.J., hem jay, fade away perfect
I rhyme sicker then every rhyme spitter
Every crime nigga that rhyme or touch a mic because my mind's quicker
I'm eighty-eighter, nine-six to "reasonable doubt"
Temper short, don't take much to squeeze you out
Yeah you shinin but the only thing you're leaving out
You're a candle in the sun - that shit don't even out

Hold up; now muh'fuckas - y'all muh'fuckas
Better run to the post office and get a job muh'fuckas
Starve muh'fuckas, cause jay been the only one
Eating thus far sub-par muh'fuckas
Even though y'all hate, I love mah mu'fuckas
Friend or foe, y'all all my mu'fuckas
If you havn't heard, I'm michael magic and bird
All rolled in one - cause none got more flows then young
Plus got more flows to come
And if I ain't better then B.I.G., I'm the closest one
So move over - hoes, choose hova
My food for though so hot it give you dudes ulcers
Rovers, roasters, poseurs
Gettin' it in with me, livin' like they suppose tah
Watches, chain, front row at the game
Sold out arena, all screamin my name, c'mon

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