Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hollywood, artist - Bizzy Bone. Date of issue: 10.11.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hollywood |
| Dirty rotten, never forgot noids plotin' and I ain’t scared to say it |
| «I feel the Lord is watching!"Jesus'll walk a mile |
| Give me a hundred thousand and then a |
| Hundred loses, but I can’t |
| Be a coward |
| Peep this, coboculated, your mind scrambled |
| Eggs and brothas feel me comin,' |
| I started gunnin' big, hit' |
| Em up in two thousand and trizzle |
| Heads feelin' the bullets and the death |
| On my back (Oh yeah, fa shizzle!) |
| Ooh, tell me whats critical, is it your reputation? |
| Anyone attack it wait for the incubation, now for your mother |
| Fucking information Bizzy’s a thug! |
| I never expected to be accepted |
| Shit, I was just sellin' drugs, reflect it in my |
| Music, the people spoted the real, that had my homeboy’s fautly |
| Still they swallowed the pill. |
| Popin' the bubbly for |
| This million dollar deal, Bizzy finally got his money, these suckas |
| They want a trill, keep it real, good, bad and ugly |
| Four in the mornin' lookin' under my bed for Ripley’s (?pills?) Oh shit |
| And thinkin' about all that, Ruthless, just keep |
| Your job, I’m a Universal Soujah! |
| Thank God! |
| (Thank God!) |
| Let me thank the Lord, like I always will! |
| Never move to Hollywood, uh, keep |
| It keep it real! |
| Now Let me thank the Lord |
| Like I always will! |
| Never move to Hollywood |
| Uh, keep it keep it real! |
| (Real!) Let me thank the Lord |
| Like I always will! |
| Never move to |
| Hollywood, uh, keep it keep it real! |
| Now Let me thank the Lord |
| Like I always will! |
| Never move to Hollywood |
| Uh, keep it keep it real! |
| (Real!) |
| Mind on my money, my money on my mob! |
| and my Benz! |
| And my friends! |
| and my job! |
| I still |
| Miss Wish’s Uncle Charles, reachin' |
| The stars, everybody talkin' |
| Bone breaking up, nigga |
| Flesh behind bars, he the one that |
| Bought the tickets, can I get any |
| Realer? |
| Baby I’m just the realest. |
| (Noooow) |
| Back to the real shit, (real shit) mental |
| Methodic push the hottest product |
| Bizzy through Ghetto College, checkin' |
| Out up out of College |
| Man I’m not Eddie and I’m not David Ruffin |
| And I’m not Michael Jackson, nigga, I’m a say something! |
| I’m not incompitent, never a pill fiend |
| I only smoke some weed, and sip some |
| Hennesey, is that too thuggish for you? |
| Well if it is, I’m sorry |
| Give me no Grey Goose |
| Gator Skin, White Marley’s |
| Thinkin' bout all that, Ruthless can keep the job |
| Bungalo, Bright and Swole |
| (Sweet Jesus) Praise God! |
| Let me thank the Lord, like I always will! |
| Never move to Hollywood, uh, keep |
| It keep it real! |
| Now Let me thank the Lord |
| Like I always will! |
| Never move to Hollywood |
| Uh, keep it keep it real! |
| (Real!) Let me thank the Lord |
| Like I always will! |
| Never move to |
| Hollywood, uh, keep it keep it real! |
| Now Let me thank the Lord |
| Like I always will! |
| Never move to Hollywood |
| Uh, keep it keep it real! |
| (Real!) |
| I could never even look at my Nigga’s girl |
| Never try and stick it to his babie’s mama |
| For … nothin in the world! |
| Why snitch, switch and be a bitch? |
| man you on some bullshit |
| Oh yeah, I don’t want to be |
| Friends, who needs enimies? |
| So stay the fuck away from the |
| Benz when it comes to your facinity |
| Besides, with jealousy |
| You might get fucked up |
| But, with no KY Jelly, only movin' when God tell me |
| Let me man up and tell my story |
| (because) it ain’t no tellin' |
| How many records I be sellin' |
| So who you callin' pretty boy? |
| Boy you a funny man |
| A modern day Schwarzenegger, but |
| Im not Running Man, and thats the only metaphor |
| I’m giving you niggas tonight, that |
| Ain’t even my steez, nigga, please |
| Show Rolling Stones just what that thug life like |
| Ride! |
| I’d like to thank you |
| For putting me in your article |
| Practically distroyed my life… |
| Let me thank the Lord, like I always will! |
| Never move to Hollywood, uh, keep |
| It keep it real! |
| Now Let me thank the Lord |
| Like I always will! |
| Never move to Hollywood |
| Uh, keep it keep it real! |
| (Real!) Let me thank the Lord |
| Like I always will! |
| Never move to |
| Hollywood, uh, keep it keep it real! |
| Now Let me thank the Lord |
| Like I always will! |
| Never move to Hollywood |
| Uh, keep it keep it real! |
| (Real!) |