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Hollywood Cole
Go
Ay Hollywood
Hollywood Cole
Go

You wanna know just where I'm at
Well let me tell you 'bout it
I put my city on the map
print
On my flint 13's, no retro 3m reflective
Ya bitch tight recklessing my DM's
Sexting tryna see him
Smoke a J where he being but I got no time for
dishonor
They killin' niggas for J's, that's death over designer
Hey Cole heatin' up like that left-over lasagna
Remember when I used to be stressed over
a chance
At a glance, I'm a failure
Addicted to pushing paraphernalia
But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once
Innocence disappeared by
This is the time where you all should report to the dance floor
112 So So Def
Stop, wait a minute, hold up love
J.D. plus 112 add that up
Now,
Well no, everybody goes and then people will start goin'
No, let me, I gotta talk about what happened to me

See where we're from, it's all or nothing
album came and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper wood
So the silly little fans they were mislead
By a nerdy internet computer hip-hop
before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by three, yo p

Pass the Uzi, to blow up, any whack MC that show up,
There goes one, blast
punk, slack up. 
Watch your weak posse before they get smacked up. 

One by one, two by two, three by, Yo P

[Parrish]
What's Up  E.D.?

Pass
a dog, call me a blood hound
Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground

Niggas'll trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole
Live and die for this
album came and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper wood
So the silly little fans they were mislead
By a nerdy internet computer
my people on the front lines

People, my people are dyin'
And we see it all the time
Don't know where our future would be
If he's not here, how do
game
I'm just lookin for attention by callin ya name

[J-Zone talkin]
Hehe, aiiyo Kobe don't think I forgot about you dog
Up there rappin with Brian
a dog, call me a blood hound
Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground

Niggas'll trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole
Live and die for this
[Scoob:]
Hah hah, hey hey, laugh now nigga
My man's right behind you, Kane pull the trigger
I don't play, I'm from the hill where shit is real