Lyrics:
It had to be this way
This is for real
Nobody said it would be easy
So let it be
Ayo, S-I-N-Y, killa bee hive
Eastside, duckin' the 5, roll
ya mitt no Romney
V's on my body stand for Versace
Nigga's all cap they copy
I fucked his bitch now he wanna pop me but I move
Too tact
My team tote
best
I don’t get no rest
I want my respect
Can’t do favors no more
I don't get it back
They be saying we this
They be saying that
But I’m really the goat
you better know who really gangsta
Hollywood ain't know abou' black panthers
Fuck outta my face!
Le' me talk about killas making da quarter by
Rent due,
Blazing by me like the wildfires
Leaving I-5 dirt on all four of my tires
Your speeding ahead, I love the view from behind
When I’m with you
I’m in a golden
right on by
And there ain't no road just like it
Anywhere I found
Running south on Lake Shore Drive heading into town
Just slippin' on by on LSD,
Uh-uh
Uh-uh
Ayy
Ayy
(Hit-boy)
Still that bitch with all the guys, like Janet and The Jackson 5 (beat it)
Told 'em, I'll be rich by
I elope?
Emotions are fucked, I think there's no hope
Maybe one-day imma pop who knows?
Will I make the playlist?
Yessir
Blue bills wit the faces
5
nigga I ain't hiding
With my brothers by my side, I dare a boy to try me
Niggas hating they ain't got it so they in my pockets
But I'm focused steady
out with some of that ol' funky shit
But during the course of then and now
Some of my homeboys went Hollywood, now I ain't gon' say no names
But
It's the bomb, baby
The bomb, baby
With no ifs, no ands, no buts, and no maybes
[Verse 1]
I walk through the projects with stress in my hands
on the stove in the middle of July
Girl you stepping with a star, no Hollywood Boulevard
But a movie indeed, you auditioning you for a part
So what you're tryna
Love is a beach front thing
And it leaves a lovely sting
Jogging in the sand on down by the pier
Hollywood boulevard pounding down imported beer
No
Love is a beach front thing
And it leaves a lovely sting
Jogging in the sand on down by the pier
Hollywood boulevard pounding down imported beer
No
half amazing
Don’t get caught by persuasion buy a purse buy a Asian
Be patient! Expertise is basic
It’s just a waste lift
Niggas moving left try to check
(Verse 1)
We gone see when the real all rise
East coast breeze when they see no tide
Free throw when I’m with the freaks it's a freak show
With
the whip to demonstrate that I'm out though
When I do it like this
With a wiffle ball bat
Surf's up, bitches, and it's like that
Hollywood coming
Yo
No breaks, no breaks, ok
I'm gonna let off a bit of steam see
Cus life just gets on my nerves sometimes
Yo
Talk about breaks when I ain't even
testing
Dressing thuggy
Accompanied by a sexy bunny
Straight out of a burlesque show
She'll sever the ring finger of the lead singer
And stir a fresh bowl
a cell
Burn in hell
How you fell of a roof
Crash and burn hollywood
I won't sell
Super Saiyan
I dissed cell
Wish you well
Arigato
Don't you yell
No offense
to the muthafuckin flintstone thugs
Just drink your brew and smoke that bud
Three off muthafucka's from around the way
If you not from Flint than you get no play
I go
wanna make a hit
You not impressin' me, talkin' bout bricks
I made it out the hood, and I'm still thuggin'
Accepted by Hollywood, and I'm still
want no confrontations, making me hit you with combinations
Kicking in bloodier faces, compilations, occupations
Back in hibernation, yeah you suffer
[Chorus]
Nothings ever good enough
Hollywood, think he too good for us
Niggas emo, he ain't in the hood enough
How bout hes just misunderstood
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