Testo Hollywood - Various Artists
Testo della canzone Hollywood (Various Artists), tratta dall'album True Crime - Streets Of L.A.
Shi nigga look at that nigga over there, that old hating ass, broke ass nigga
Broke ass nigga, look at that nigga over there, that old hating ass, broke ass nigga
Look at that nigga over there, that old hating ass, broke ass nigga
Dirty riding, never forgotten, always blinding
And I ain't scared to say it, I feel the Lord is watching
Tears as a walking mountain, give me a hundred thousand
And then a hundred thousand, but I can't be no coward
He's discombobulated, the mind's scrambled eggs
And brothers feel me coming, it's party burning big
Put 'em up in 2000 and drizzle the bed
Spilling the bullets and the death on my back, on the first hit son
Tell me what's critical is your reputation
Anyone to tag you, wait for the incubation
Not for your motherfucking information
Busy as a thug, and I never expected to be accepted
Shit, I was just selling drugs
It reflected in my music
The people spotted the real that had my homeboy salty
Still ain't swallowed the pill, poppin' the bubbly
For this million dollar deal, busy ballin', got his money
These suckas really want me to chill
I'm the real good man
Up at 4 in the morning, looking under my bed
But ripping your ears, and oh shit
Thinking about all that real shit, should keep your job
How am I doing, I find my car, now, thank God
Now let me thank the Lord, like I always will
Never move to Hollywood, the BBG be real
Now let me thank the Lord, like I always will
Never move to Hollywood, the BBG be real
Now let me thank the Lord, like I always will
Never move to Hollywood, the BBG be real
Now let me thank the Lord, like I always will
Never move to Hollywood, the BBG be real
Remind on my money, my money and my mob
And my friends and my friends and my job
I still been swishing stuff for child's
Reaching for the stars, everybody talk about
But I'm supposed to be racking up nigga, flash behind bars
He the one that bought the ticket
Can I get any realer, baby I'm just the realest
Now back to the real shit, real shit
Mental methodic, push the hottest product
Busy through ghetto college, checking out all the garbage
Man I'm not Eddie Carey, and I'm not David Ruffin
And I'm not Michael Jackson, niggas I'ma say something
Yeah, I'm not incompetent, never could be a fiend
I only smoke some weed, and sip some Hennessy
Is that too thuggish for you, if it is, I'm sorry
Give me no Grey Goose, Gator Skin, White Morris
Thinking about all that, who just can't keep their job
Bright and smooth, sweet Jesus praise God
Now let me thank the Lord, like I always will
Never move to Hollywood, the BBG be real
Now let me thank the Lord, like I always will
Never move to Hollywood, the BBG be real
Now let me thank the Lord, like I always will
Never move to Hollywood, the BBG be real
Now let me thank the Lord, like I always will
Never move to Hollywood, the BBG be real
I could never even look at my niggas girl
Never try to stick it to his baby mama, For nothing in the world
Why snitch, switch and be a bitch
Man you on some bullshit, oh yeah
I don't wanna be friends who needs enemies
So stay the fuck away from the bins
When it comes to your vicinities
What's up with jealousy?
You might get fucked up with an OK5 jelly
Only move in when God tell me, let me man up
And tell my story, 'cause it ain't no telling
How many records I been selling
So who you calling pretty boy, boy you a funny man
I'm hotter than Schwarzenegger, but I'm not running man
That's the only metaphor that I'm giving you niggas tonight
That ain't even my speech nigga please
Show Rolling Stone just what that look like, fly, ride
But I'd like to thank you for putting me in your article
And trying to destroy my life
Now let me thank the Lord, like I always will
Never move to Hollywood, the BBG be real
Now let me thank the Lord, like I always will
Never move to Hollywood, the BBG be real
Now let me thank the Lord, like I always will
Never move to Hollywood, the BBG be real
Now let me thank the Lord, like I always will
Never move to Hollywood, the BBG be real
Now let me thank the Lord, like I always will
Never move to Hollywood, the BBG be real
Now let me thank the Lord, like I always will
Never move to Hollywood, the BBG be real
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Writer(s): Henry Nicola Mancini
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