文本歌词

Hollywood - Cydal/Luniz
Once upon a time steppin' on the scene
A d**e related youngstar 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 B 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 d**e
And girls used to say num you're so cute
But you get's no action 'cuz 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
All right stop what ya doin'
'Cuz 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 gangstar mack
I only stay if baby got back
I'm serious
They wanna 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
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
I can't be broke
I inhale too much bomb smoke
The game is savage
Makin' cabbage in the city of d**e
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 d**e 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 MOB
'Cuz ain't no folks surviving greediness
Fiends being wild so they need to be tamed
So I keep 'em all in shackles
'Cuz 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 y'all pretend to be
So don't be givin' me this
And that about the hood
'Cuz they know it's all good
I never could go Hollywood
When you makin' mo mail then they could
Hatas think you going Hollywood
Never would Hollywood
When you move up out the hood
Hatas think you goin' Hollywood
I play the landlord
You be the apartment
You all know my name
Smoke a lot I gotta spark it
To get yo b**ch 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 balling 'cuz 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 coc*ine coc*ine
Illegal business and we in this d**e 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 puffing wit yuk you know I blow greenery
You wanna be like me the Ice Creamery
If yo a** ain't know by now I hits the scenery
So cleanery sitting on chrome eighteeneries
I smoke a beedie a tampa to the wood
Mainly what I write is for the homies in the hood
Hollywood
When you making mo mail then they could
Hatas think you going Hollywood
Never would Hollywood
When you move up out the hood
Hatas think you going Hollywood