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It always seemed to be this way
Tuning up andputting out setlists
Of all the stupid songs that musicians hate to play
Still it could be better
Uh, close your eyes
So watch 'em do the Macarena, somewhere out by Pasadena
Love a drug that everybody here just tryna get a taste of
You
it happen
It's West Side nigga, This drive-by is what's crackin'
And the corners is gettin' caught off
The funeral homes is gettin' rich off
mean, seriously, I'm tellin' you this is the first time that any of my girlfriends and I have ever met anybody really from Hollywood... I mean, really...
of stuff
I'm feeling selfish, helpless, heartless, worthless
Not enough to be part of this
Be the start of this
Make an album for the Lord without some hate
the
Fresh kicks, thick hips, best
Believe me. And Madonna 'bout to
Hurt 'em like a tag team. You
Gonna love us in our GAP jeans.
We walk by, people ask,
Ain't no ramps, ain't no lifts
Ain't no shit bag, you the shit. Not a pot or pan to piss
Just a six by nine grave in this rent-free bitch
Put a welcome
up to dealin' with the best
Now nigga what the fuck is next
Niggas got love for this shit
Like when and whenever dawg
And competition for Nike
Is
screen 8-hour movies
We've got color we've got sound
Won't you recognize us, we're everything you hate
Andy loves old Hollywood movies, he'll scare you
screen 8-hour movies
We've got color we've got sound
Won't you recognize us, we're everything you hate
Andy loves old Hollywood movies, he'll scare you
chains
I am inhumane, and I do, not feel pain
Friends with the undead
If you dare, come try me
I got an AK, bullets dipped in full hate
Only want,
To a business buying
Cos im way too fuckin proud of
What i make thats mine
After this im taking time off
April back to the rapping
Hate my older music only
Ever
are threatened by an invisible force
The concept of hatred: both spoken and verse
Plaguing the people - it poisons the mind
Teaching to hate that which
the blood to feed my queen
My love
Undead, reawakened by the beast
Betrothed to death
Eternally
My valentine unhallowed
Oh, dark prophet
Return her from
Saturday night
And there's nothing to do but walk about
And talk about nothing
An I love you more
With every minute that goes by
Bye Bye Bye
Cause
a cancer of this world undead
Made to multiply and kill
Drop the bombs over the hills
Send the innocence into Hell
We create our very wills
We distort by
on Tiger Woods
Lenny Feder I been grown up call me Hollywood
Hate a pussy that get phone tough show me what's really good
Try to talk down on this I'll never
I love you, I hate you
I love you, I hate you
I love you
So much, I would give my life for this
If the bullet was the beat I would probably
rewindin' this time, yeah
Who on my side, ion know, Ohhhh
Dealing with problems, heart came out cold
Fake love, ion want no more
Niggas actin' like each
to Hollywood
You're surrounded by the hills and everythig seems to be glamorous
Wanna live here and see how it feels gotta be rich and famous
This land ain't
I'ma do it big or I'm gon quit
I bet that on the rest my life
Fall in love in Hollywood, get a better ride
Buy a house in Malibu
Party through the night
till' you get your market part me
I'm from the hungry, the hood
Pick yourself if you ain't got no food
LA stand up we pay love to the one who hates
How
Put this on your tongue if you wanna feel good
She from Hollywood, never know what to choose
Say you love me but I know you-a fucking lying (Lying)
the money like illuminati
On China Grove from 10 to 410
Alamo heights it feel like Hollywood
Pretty girls and they love smoking woods
And by any means, she
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