Lyrics:
Or just post up by the Hollywood sign
We throwin' BBQ so life a grill
All my dawgs invited so y'all come on a chill
You at the beach or at the park
never part!
But fate stepped in only as fate could,
Min won a contest for dancing good,
So she went away to Hollywood;
When Joe heard that it broke
she's going down.
I'm sorry but the party's over now.
Awake by noon, drunk by four.
Sucked up in the show biz.
You're so lame,
You're such a bore,
she's going down.
I'm sorry but the party's over now.
Awake by noon, drunk by four.
Sucked up in the show biz.
You're so lame,
You're such a bore,
Hollywood
Right beneath the stars
So far it's pretty good
Pretty good so far
So far so good
So far so good
So far so good
So far so good
so approach with fear, cause
[Jurassic 5]
Yo, we are no superstars
Who wanna be large and forget who we are
Don't judge us by bank accounts and big
for Hollywood
The shit you do is always by the book
You're with that other nigga I never understood
Fuck the other nigga he won't treat you good
I'll
the drugs
But they feel jolly good jolly god, oh!
Hollywood, take your bitch
Now I'm thinking about it i probably could
My ex don’t drop my jaw
But I bet
and do it all illegal
And get scooped up, by the little homie in a regal
Uhh it feel good to ya baby bubba
You see this is for the g's and the ki's
time, I mean it (I mean that shit)
You know I got a good heart, yo, you seen it
Look at all the niggas I look out for and people I'm feedin' (know how I
I gotta Bollywood Chick, she says she wants to know what Hollywood is
I gotta Bollywood chick, I love the way she makes her hips do a twist
Yeah I
see you in Hollywood
I can’t help but disagree
By then I’ll be dressed in gold
Spilt coffee on my white tee
Los Angeles is good to me
It’s good for me
ass by the hair and drug her out the window
Pushed out the car while I fired up the Indo
So watch out, fool, don't let me catch ya slippin
I'll be
good luck
But the homie who ran. Mmmm
One Time gaffled him up
(Chorus 3x: Scratched by DJ Unknown)
Get your ass in the car.
Ho hold it now.
Keep
again are house lose
And that's house choose it ain't gonna be that
'Cause I can't see that
Ready to get up in this nigga's ass real good so where
late
And oh, crash course to Hollywood
That life looks so good on TV
Wearing clothes designed just for me
Seeing the world and being a star
Taking
around and tell me what's good, Miley
What's good, what's good?
Motherfuckers catching feelings, woah
So I smash and gotta leave 'em
All the papers tryna
all I know is
I feel so good with you
Whatever you want to do
Is fine by me
Thinking it over again
Wouldn't you rather come in
Wouldn't you rather
And I don't know
What you want me to say
When I leave that door
Blowing up my phone
Like Hollywood
Know she miss me at home
But I'm good on my own
The Hollywood pose, teeth, tits, and toes
Didn't take her long to leave the boulevard
So many five star friends with black credit cards
She'd try anything once,
sorry but the party's over now
Awake by noon, drunk by four
Sucked up in the showbiz
You're so lame, you're such a bore
I wanna kick your teeth in
When she walked out that door she left my life for good
Yes and now I realize it's nothing like the movies
Real life's nothing like Hollywood
You shoulda
Gotta get far from this place
I don't know where, but I know away
They don't like me, tell by the face
Can sense those eyes from a mile away
Please
leave with a zoom
And reappear at The Grafton out in Hollywood
Interviews by the pool
You think I got it good? (Ayup) Maybe I do
I show pressure to pipes
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