Lyrics:
noticed was - pure music
Untampered with by things showbiz does older
Thugs showed us stuff
Like how to hold a plug
Juice from the street light
It almost
had an anniversary
Five long years together; it was Hollywood history
Now my grandma and grandpa never made no printed page
But they took the love
3-point stars
We only 5'9", they think we point guards
No jumper, still at the top of the key
No wonder they thought we
Was shooting them 3's throw numbers
Every human out of my sight before I count to ten
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
I'm hungry like I never ate
Set a table up with knives,
sittin' by the jack as
Now, she blowin' on a flute sweatin' on my mack as
Don't get it twisted trick we ain't no slackas
Ain't got time to play
of command is effective immediately, the cause and effect
It calls for your death
Black suburbans at night with no lights ram you off Hollywood Hills
tell your cheerleaders bring it on
Your neighbor used to pay you by the week to come and clean the lawn
You went to Everglades High? Ain't no robbers
It's funny how things can change
Three hundred dollars to my name, led to Hollywood
I was living off Ramen and change
Five hundred dollars on these
seems
We livin for the likes and streams
Of this corrupt fucked up machine
Its Understood we up to no good
But wont sell my soul
To see Hollywood
It ain't
I was bout 12 when we went to Lake Tahoe
Carpooled to soccer games in back of Tahoe's
I was 5'6" never thought I'd be tall though
Now I'm 6'2"
on 24's
Give me a warning ticket, letting me go
Cause you can tell by the jewels that I ain't an average Joe
Cause I meet fresh dimes daily
You burn me
on 24's
Give me a warning ticket, letting me go
Cause you can tell by the jewels that I ain't an average Joe
Cause I meet fresh dimes daily
You burn me
The ones that was hatin'
They turn to a fan
Brand new bae
She came from Japan
She really outside
Brudda came in with the 5
We got that boy by surprise
She
rappers that be spittin' hard
Yup yup five a bone
When he passed him that styrofoam
the easter pink, heard it in a rhyme before
Finally got to see what all
house looking slick
It's like some shit straight out of a Hollywood flick
Me and my clique met the chick up at Saint Nicks
Honey was thick, I was
on my way to two million
No, I'm on my way to three million
Yea, I'm on my way to four million
I'm on my way to five million
What's my name? Ruger!
runnin', runnin', runnin', runnin'
Savage never did no
I bought a Hollywood bitch, the club crucial (on God)
I was at the Met Gala with my shooter (on
faster than yours
Here Quan here I go I'm faded
Nigga blast it some more
She want all the s'mores
Man I'm behind in the hills in L.A (Hollywood)
I ran
on 24's
Give me a warning ticket, letting me go
Cause you can tell by the jewels that I ain't an average Joe
Cause I meet fresh dimes daily
You burn me
sitting on twenty four's
Give me a warning ticket, letting me go
Cause you can tell by the jewels that I ain't an average Joe
Cause I meet fresh dimes
ever seen for real
I touched my first hundred K when I
Was still a teen for real
Moved to Hollywood that's some shit
These niggas dream about
Niggas
Round 2
Happening after World War 2
Even the mob
The mob didn't have no control ya know what im sayin
Over this pimpin
Where it was found to be
back
Took a team out the hood, the whole crew got phat
Allot of hate 'cause I took Hollywood on my back
Keep it cruelly, grimy, no positive rap
You
Man, Paolo killed this shit
Por que ya no me quieres
I ain't playing games, pussy we ain't watching saw
Feeling Hollywood shades on I won't talk
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