Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hollywood, artist - Twinz. Album song Conversation, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Hollywood |
She’s on her way, about to get paid |
But never turning Hollywood |
He’s on his way, about to get paid |
But never turning Hollywood |
Neb Love- |
I used to be that way, but now I’m like this |
You betta miss me with that shit or catch a mighty blow to lip |
Cheeks |
Beware I’m here, hooray for N-E-B, no thats not me |
Oh, cuz I’m in the Cherokee, cruisin with Warren G |
Goin to pick up Jah Skill and the Twinz |
Five footin till the end of my life, for real |
Ya didn’t know the sista but she had a record deal |
They wanna see you at the top, then they wanna see you drop |
Then they wanna call the cops, ring hello? |
Wake up, once yo ass go Hollywood ya ass is like fuck |
(ya ass is like fuck) |
A young buck Knee-Hi told me that Neb changed |
But if I’m on the wrong track put me in the right place |
Wayniac- |
I’m just the same muthafucka, who kicked them nuts back in the day |
This is how it is when the niggas gettin paid |
You used to treat me different now that you know where I stand |
But back up in the days you didn’t really give a damn |
I had my own thing, me and the homeys from the PAC |
We watch each other’s back tryin to get our pockets fat |
But now its new niggas poppin all up in our face |
From 88 to 93 I couldn’t find a trace |
I keeped on shit on data just reviewin all the facts |
In my mind I designed how to switch and counteract |
Cuz ain’t no Holly and me if it is its gettin stuck |
I’m strictly for my paper as these groupies ride my nuts |
Jah Skills- |
What, you can’t speak, because I reached my peak |
Why dont you, go bout your business let your mind tweak |
But see ain’t nuthin changed on my behalf still got my mics and |
Stashed |
Niggas is siamese two faced and they switch it fast |
Cuz Hollywood can’t do nuthin for me but hang me like drapes |
Distribute my phat tapes and in my pocket put some papes |
Trip Locc- |
And ain’t nuthin in Hollywood that could make me wanna switch |
Could he please, you know whats up with me so Holly these |
I’m from the G side, flip flop if you want to |
Banned by yo hood and yo city shoulda stayed true |
But ya didn’t fell victim to the limelight |
Never gettin faded cuz the Locc was just to trump tight |
Jah Skills- |
You must be dazed |
Ya goin through some type of phase |
Behind my back you jaw jack but in my house you wanna blaze |
Wayniac & Jah Skills- |
So thanks for smokin the click out an shit |
All upon her clit |
(and all upon his dick) |
It makes me sick, but we dont even trip cuz its the G-Funk |
(rail two rules like tree trunks) |
Now feel the brew that we funk |
(steady on a mission underground that is the sound) |
Dont ever get it twisted when the real ones put it down |