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[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 HOVITOThat's what they sayin' when I ROLL UP wit' MY PEOPLEMy music bangin' like Vatos Locos, got rap in a chokeholdAnd I won't surrender it wit' - beats by TimbalandCALLATE LA BOCA, my baby all I wanna do is stroke yaAll crazy, my - dick game is vicious, insane adventuresMami keep comin' back 'cause mami came viciousCatch 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 FLOWSI'm the compadre, the Sinatra of my dayOld Blue Eyes, my nigga, I did it my wayY'all not rollin' wit Hov? Then hit the highway[Chorus x 2]:Hola Hovito, Hola HovitoYeah, that's what they sayin' when that music get to bangin'Put it down for my PEOPLE![Verse 2]:Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahNaw, I don't fuck around, stay on my J-OHov been about that doe since I was a day oldOh, push Pinico if I need to for the root of evilWas born in the belly, that's the way streets breed youOne life to live, notice you get no sequelSo I truly got to live this like my last movieSix oooh-ey, jewels drippin', big tuliI ball for real, y'all niggas is Sam BowieAnd wit' the third pick, (uh) I made the Earth sickMJ, him Jay, fadeaway perfectI rhyme sicker than every rhyme-spitterEvery crime nigga that rhyme or touch a mic because my mind's quickerI'm a 88, a 9-6, unreasonable doubtTemper short, don't take much to squeeze you outYeah, 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'fuckasY'all muh'fuckas better run to the post office And get a job, muh'fuckasA star, muh'fuckas'Cause Jay's been the only one eaten thus farSub-par, muh'fuckasNaw, even though y'all hate, I still love y'all muh'fuckasFriend or foe, y'all all my muh'fuckasIf you haven't heard, I'm Michael, Magic and BirdAll roled in one, 'cause none got more flows then YoungPlus got more flows to comeAnd if I ain't better then BIG, then I'm the closest oneSo move over, hoes, chose HovaMy food for thought's so hot it give you dudes ulcersDrove us, roadsters, hoes is - gettin' in wit' meLivin' like they supposed taWatches, chain, front row at the gameSold out arena, all screamin' my name, c'mon![Chorus x 2] [*Music to fade*]more