Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hollywood (feat. Luniz), artist - Cydal
Date of issue: 11.03.2009
Song language: English
Hollywood (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. |