Lyrics Hollywood (Re-Recorded) - Junkyard

Hollywood (Re-Recorded)

See the boy on the corner
He’s only twelve years old
Every night he’s out there doin' his best
To get his goodies sold
Cause he’s gotta feed his momma
Gotta beat off a couple a dads
They just come around
When they feel like bangin' in the bag, yea…
Aww, that’s life
In Hollywood
Where what’s bad
Just seemed to be good
That’s life
In Hollywood
I love the place
Am I misunderstood?
Livin' in a junkyard
Livin' like a couple a thieves
Well I can’t go to my homeboys place
Cause I got no gasoline
But if you say you’re buyin'
Then I’ll have another round
And if you’ve got the money honey
Well I’ll drink you down, yea…
Got shootings down the freeway
Shootings down my street
Fine lookin' lady on the corner says
«Hey boy, I’ll sell you a treat»
Well that’s my lovely city
That’s my neighborhood
I live like I want to
Not like I should, yea…
Yea… yea…yea…