[Intro — Jay-Z]:
J-A-Y (uh, uh-huh, uh, uh)
(Oooh, oooh)
It’s the hawk I’m talkin’ about right here, Timbo (Oooh, oooh)
(Es Jay-Hovito)
I can’t be stopped with a hawk like this, smell me?
(Uno, dos, tres, cuatro)
[Verse 1]:
Say HOLA HOVITO
That’s what they sayin’ when I ROLL UP wit’ MY PEOPLE
My music bangin’ like Vatos Locos, got rap in a chokehold
And I won’t surrender it wit’ — beats by Timbaland
CALLATE LA BOCA, my baby all I wanna do is stroke ya
All crazy, my — dick game is vicious, insane adventures
Mami keep comin’ back ’cause mami came vicious
Catch Hov’ in a drop, nasty thang, lane-switchin’
Once you turn ya neck for a sec, ya dame’s missin’
MUJANDO, PUJANDO, the cops is comin’
Got that rap patrol behind yo’, and get to runnin’
I’m unstoppable HOV, untoppable FLOWS
I’m the compadre, the Sinatra of my day
Old Blue Eyes, my nigga, I did it my way
Y’all not rollin’ wit Hov? Then hit the highway
[Chorus x 2]:
Hola Hovito, Hola Hovito
Yeah, that’s what they sayin’ when that music get to bangin’
Put it down for my PEOPLE!
[Verse 2]:
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Naw, I don’t fuck around, stay on my J-O
Hov been about that doe since I was a day old
Oh, push Pinico if I need to for the root of evil
Was born in the belly, that’s the way streets breed you
One life to live, notice you get no sequel
So I truly got to live this like my last movie
Six oooh-ey, jewels drippin’, big tuli
I ball for real, y’all niggas is Sam Bowie
And wit’ the third pick, (uh) I made the Earth sick
MJ, him Jay, fadeaway 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 88, a 9-6, unreasonable doubt
Temper short, don’t take much to squeeze you out
Yeah, you shinin’, but the only thing you leavin’ out…
You’re a candle in the sun, that shit don’t even out
[Chorus x 2]
[Verse 3]:
Hold up, naw muh’fuckas
Y’all muh’fuckas better run to the post office
And get a job, muh’fuckas
A star, muh’fuckas
‘Cause Jay’s been the only one eaten thus far
Sub-par, muh’fuckas
Naw, even though y’all hate, I still love y’all muh’fuckas
Friend or foe, y’all all my muh’fuckas
If you haven’t heard, I’m Michael, Magic and Bird
All roled in one, ’cause none got more flows then Young
Plus got more flows to come
And if I ain’t better then BIG, then I’m the closest one
So move over, hoes, chose Hova
My food for thought’s so hot it give you dudes ulcers
Drove us, roadsters, hoes is — gettin’ in wit’ me
Livin’ like they supposed ta
Watches, chain, front row at the game
Sold out arena, all screamin’ my name, c’mon!
[Chorus x 2]
[*Music to fade*]