| Song | Hola' Hovito - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Jay-Z |
| Album | The Blue Print |
| 作词 : Carter, Mosley | |
| (J) uhh (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, uhh! | |
| (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 a chokehold | |
| And I won't surrender it with, beats by Timbaland | |
| Calle-te 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 to 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 | |
| [Chorus] * | |
| (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! | |
| * an extra "yeah" before the 5th line first time, 2nd line second, | |
| and the 5th line the third time | |
| [Jay-Z] | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| Yeah naw I don't fuck around, 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 root 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 Bouie | |
| And with the third pick - I made the earth sick | |
| M.J., hem Jay, fade away perfect | |
| I rhyme sicker than every rhyme spitter | |
| Every crime nigga that rhyme or touch a mic because my mind's quicker | |
| I'm a 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 leavin out | |
| You're a candle in the sun - that shit don't even out | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Jay-Z] | |
| Hold up; naw muh'fuckers - y'all muh'fuckers | |
| better run to the post office and get a job muh'fuckers | |
| or starve muh'fuckers, cause Jay's been the only one | |
| eatin thus far sub-par muh'fuckers | |
| Naw even though y'all hate I love y'all muh'fuckers | |
| "Friend or Foe," y'all all my muh'fuckers | |
| If you haven't heard, I'm Michael Magic and Bird | |
| all rolled in one - cause none got more flows than Young | |
| Plus got more flows to come | |
| And if I ain't better than Big, I'm the closest one | |
| So move over - hoes, choose Hova | |
| My food for though so hot it give you dudes ulcers | |
| Rovers, roasters, hoeses | |
| gettin it in with me, livin like they supposed tah | |
| Watches, chain, front row at the game | |
| Sold out arena, all screamin my name, c'mon | |
| [Chorus] |
| zuò cí : Carter, Mosley | |
| J uhh A uhuh Y uh uhuh | |
| Ah chch ah, chah, ah uhuh | |
| Ah chch ah, chah, ah uhuh | |
| It' s that hop I' m talkin bout right here Timbo! | |
| I can' t be stopped when it hop like this family, uhh! | |
| 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 a chokehold | |
| And I won' t surrender it with, beats by Timbaland | |
| Callete 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 to 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| Hola' hovito! Yeah, yeah Hola' hovito! | |
| Yeah that' s what they sayin when that music get to bangin | |
| Put it down for my PEOPLE! | |
| Hola' hovito! Hola' hovito! | |
| Yeah that' s what they sayin when that music get to bangin | |
| Put it down for my PEOPLE! | |
| an extra " yeah" before the 5th line first time, 2nd line second, | |
| and the 5th line the third time | |
| JayZ | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| Yeah naw I don' t fuck around, 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 root 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 Bouie | |
| And with the third pick I made the earth sick | |
| M. J., hem Jay, fade away perfect | |
| I rhyme sicker than every rhyme spitter | |
| Every crime nigga that rhyme or touch a mic because my mind' s quicker | |
| I' m a eightyeighter, ninesix to " Reasonable Doubt" | |
| Temper short, don' t take much to squeeze you out | |
| Yeah you shinin but the only thing you' re leavin out | |
| You' re a candle in the sun that shit don' t even out | |
| Chorus | |
| JayZ | |
| Hold up naw muh' fuckers y' all muh' fuckers | |
| better run to the post office and get a job muh' fuckers | |
| or starve muh' fuckers, cause Jay' s been the only one | |
| eatin thus far subpar muh' fuckers | |
| Naw even though y' all hate I love y' all muh' fuckers | |
| " Friend or Foe," y' all all my muh' fuckers | |
| If you haven' t heard, I' m Michael Magic and Bird | |
| all rolled in one cause none got more flows than Young | |
| Plus got more flows to come | |
| And if I ain' t better than Big, I' m the closest one | |
| So move over hoes, choose Hova | |
| My food for though so hot it give you dudes ulcers | |
| Rovers, roasters, hoeses | |
| gettin it in with me, livin like they supposed tah | |
| Watches, chain, front row at the game | |
| Sold out arena, all screamin my name, c' mon | |
| Chorus |