Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hollywood, artist - B.o.B. Album song Cloud 9, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.03.2009
Record label: B.o.B
Song language: English
Hollywood |
Playboy Tre up in this motherfucker |
They gon' get mad at this shit |
This for that Motion Picture ass niggas |
You’re just a Hollywood nigga |
You’re just a Hollywood hoe |
You’re just a Hollywood nigga |
You’re just a Hollywood hoe |
You’re repping Hollywood hoe |
Cause you a Hollywood nigga |
A certified hoe |
A Hollywood nigga |
A certified hoe |
You’re just a Hollywood nigga |
A certified hoe |
You’re repping Hollywood nigga |
But you forgot you’re hood, hoe |
Sometimes I like them trapped in Hollywood |
Cause all the lames that used to get play |
Nowadays they think they cool cause they got brace and shades, but they ain’t |
Just because you went and bought you some glasses |
Don’t change the fact that real niggas whippin' your asses |
Oh no, here we go, he a lame, and I know, that he knows |
We and get the fuck out the store |
When I come, on the block they used to call that nigga |
No he called himself Pistolgrip, gone with that |
And then you got the ones to get a position |
And try to talk down like he under beneath them |
Better get a rubber, back to the real you |
He used to kiss ass and I bet he still do |
You’re just a Hollywood nigga |
You’re just a Hollywood hoe |
You’re just a Hollywood nigga |
You’re just a Hollywood hoe |
You’re repping Hollywood hoe |
Cause you a Hollywood nigga |
A certified hoe |
A Hollywood nigga |
A certified hoe |
You’re just a Hollywood nigga |
A certified hoe |
You’re repping Hollywood nigga |
But you forgot you’re hood, hoe |
Can somebody please tell me where the hell is at? |
He used to burn CDs and sell them at the |
But now he got a deal and signed a record contract |
Then he cut his wrists off |
Me and Tre don’t fuck with them |
We just fuck that girls and drop ‘em off, without no bus fare |
We on the same planet and we breathe the same air |
So why the hell you actin' like you ain’t from ‘round here? |
Quit actin' like a fuck pop, you who nigga, you home boy |
You shoe triggers and toe toys, but your respect is so void |
And everybody say you actin' scary now |
Cause you ain’t with your boys no more, you roll with Paramount |
You’re just a Hollywood nigga |
You’re just a Hollywood hoe |
You’re just a Hollywood nigga |
You’re just a Hollywood hoe |
You’re repping Hollywood hoe |
Cause you a Hollywood nigga |
A certified hoe |
A Hollywood nigga |
A certified hoe |
You’re just a Hollywood nigga |
A certified hoe |
You’re repping Hollywood nigga |
But you forgot you’re hood, hoe |
Welcome everybody, oh yeah, yeah I’m looking good right back at you |
But anyway, we’re here for the Hollywood nigga of the year award |
And the award goes to Pistolgrip! |
Come on to the stage! |
Yeah man, I appreciate that shit man |
Now, you know that fuck niggas, |
I got shades on, I can’t even see you, dawg |
You’re just a Hollywood nigga |
You’re just a Hollywood hoe |
You’re just a Hollywood nigga |
You’re just a Hollywood hoe |
You’re repping Hollywood hoe |
Cause you a Hollywood nigga |
A certified hoe |
A Hollywood nigga |
A certified hoe |
You’re just a Hollywood nigga |
A certified hoe |
You’re repping Hollywood nigga |
But you forgot you’re hood, hoe |