Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hollywood (feat. Luniz) , by - CydalRelease date: 11.03.2009
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hollywood (feat. Luniz) , by - CydalHollywood (feat. Luniz) |
| Once upon a time, steppin on the scene |
| a dope-related youngsta, rappin hella clean |
| a cool type of stance, don’t trip where he’s from |
| to make interestin it’s me Nummy-Num |
| I lived on Ave. what no one ever had |
| broke wit no be -i's feelin hella sad |
| I lied |
| I stole |
| always hella bold |
| but I make no progress, never reachin no goals |
| my potnas they used to, smash and bash |
| talkin trash wit no remorse cappin on my raps |
| even worse than that to make me feel low |
| they drunk all they Hin, and smoked all the dope |
| and girls used to say «Num you’re so cute» |
| «but you get’s no action 'cause you have no loot» |
| well one day walkin down Six-Duce |
| I seen a brother wit Shelly he’s lookin hella juiced |
| he said «Here ye here ye, check out my thang» |
| «if you can rap real good and got songs you can hang» |
| «I already got a rapper Dru Down I’m bout to start» |
| «you can rap on his tape if you can rip it apart» |
| so I ran home and wrote a new song |
| the tape went platinum it didn’t take hella long |
| got a couple of checks and I, brokes out |
| moved to Hollywood, now they think I sold out. |
| Uh. |
| When you makin mo mail then they could |
| hatas think you goin Hollywood |
| Never would, Hollywood. |
| When you move up out the hood |
| hatas think you goin Hollywood. |
| Uh-huh, uh-huh. |
| 2 *(T Luni)* |
| All right stop what ya doin |
| 'cause I’m about to ruin |
| the image of the game that ya used to |
| I look bummy |
| but peeps I’m makin money see |
| so yo world are you ready for me |
| now gather 'round, I’m the new playa in town |
| if you got mo grip then me, then I lay you down |
| I drink up all the Hennessy you got on your shelf |
| so step aside, it’s time to introduce myself |
| I’m T the Luni |
| surrounded by doobies |
| condoms and groupies, love me more then they do Lucchi |
| (you do your thang) |
| an all the notches in the top ten |
| please allow me to do it |
| I’m a freak, I like the girls wit the boom |
| I once got busy in the studio bathroom |
| I’m crazy |
| straight gangsta mack |
| I only stay if baby got back |
| I’m serious |
| they want to swallow me like licorice |
| I never faze back, girls they too ticklish |
| an wouldn’t ride no hoochie in the hood |
| they think I’m too good, rumor has it that I’m Hollywood. |
| 3 *(Cydal)* |
| I can’t be broke |
| I inhale too much bomb smoke |
| the game is savage, makin cabbage in the city of dope |
| when I’m home I’m writtin songs, an I don’t stop |
| nobody step up, or press up, when I set up shop |
| I used to stand in the crowd, watch the dope fiends an wonder |
| man who them fools in the ice cream van |
| that’s Nummy-Num and Yuk trick, don’t you hear the music? |
| playas always haven’t, but playa hatas use it |
| been out for the cash since the day I was born |
| til I changed it, rearranged it to a street game form |
| I write a rhyme, anger feedin 'em |
| every show you see me in |
| deep in M.O.B., 'cause ain’t no folks surviving greediness |
| fiends being wild, so they need to be tamed |
| so I keep 'em all in shackles, 'cause they gotta be chained |
| then I’m back to the honey comb |
| where hustlas get they money gone |
| Oakland ain’t no joke, we all no it ain’t no funny bone |
| a public enemy |
| not even a friend of me |
| the Mobb, will stand beyond the click that why’all pretend to be |
| so don’t be givin me this and that about the hood |
| 'cause they know it’s all good |
| I never could go Hollywood. |
| 4 *(Yukmouth)* |
| I play the landlord, you be the apartment |
| you all know my name Smoke-A-Lot I gotta spark it |
| to get yo bitch started |
| who roll the hardest |
| me as the artist I gotta come out the largest |
| Yuk, I squat a Lexo’s an Num’s squattin Pala’s |
| it ain’t about who ballin 'cause we all clockin dollas |
| that’s why |
| I packed as an eagle |
| people be lookin at me smokingly roll by bomb-beagles |
| rap is like a kilo, of cocaine |
| illegal business and we in this dope game |
| buying so-an-so I’m a playa, I’m a mack |
| huh, but to me you «geek-geek» off crack |
| I smoke sacks wit the purple heads around from the Town |
| put that backyard boogie down, |
| you puffin wit Yuk, you know I blow greenery |
| you want to be like me the Ice Creamery |
| if yo ass ain’t know by now I hits the scenery |
| so cleanery, sittin on chrome eighteeneries |
| I smoke a beedie, a tampa to the wood |
| mainly what I write is for the homies in the hood |
| Hollywood. |
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