| I was raised on the edge of the World. |
| Mama & Daddy had one boy, one girl
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| I spent my evenings on the corner drinking St. Ide’s, listening to Ice Cube,
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| rolling dice up against the curb
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| Somebody got money out here; |
| and it’s mine. |
| California motivates me to shine
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| Just like Candy on a six-four, rolling through the neighborhood,
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| smiling 'cause the pay is good
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| The sun is out, PCH, without a doubt, that’s what living is all about.
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| I’mma take a picture of the sunset, show you what I’m talking 'bout
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| All over the world, daddy’s little girl, catch the flight, and when she land;
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| she’s changed for life. |
| She got dreams in the Malibu skyyy. |
| She going to
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| Hollywood, kiss her bye
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| Take you to another place & take you to another land. |
| Some hit the top and some
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| chasing, some just don’t understand
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| Some give it all and some take it, this ain’t the promised land.
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| I pray to God that you make it. |
| (yeah, I pray to God)
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| Welcome to Hollywood
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| Wanna take you to Hollywood
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| Welcome to Hollywood
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| I can see you in Hollywood
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| Welcome to Hollywood
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| Are you ready for Hollywood?
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| Welcome to Hollywood. |
| Hollywood
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| Picture me rollin' in a seven eight Cadillac, I got my khakis on, (?leading?
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| ) for the City, down til I’m dead and gone, look at all the pretty girls,
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| walking on the sunset, they’re faces I’ll never forget. |
| Some of them (?regret?
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| ) Things didn’t pan out yet, your face don’t stand out yet, you ain’t been
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| getting no 'call-backs'
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| Agent’s say you’re too fat, Lotta late bills in the stack. |
| The City didn’t pay,
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| you didn’t become the next Dr. Dre, your record didn’t play. |
| You wanna go home.
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| But, you’ll return… baby, this is Hollywood, you gon learn
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| You gotta let it sit there, you gotta let it burn. |
| Eventually, the tables turn.
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| You find your name, etched in stone, upon a star, on Hollywood Boulevard
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| (finish the rest later) |