Hollywood Not

Lyrics

[Chorus: Leaf Eater] Damn, what happened? Rap ain't even rapping What's the deal with music today? Gwen Stefani You could be my mommy Gotta get you out of LA [Post-Chorus: Leaf Eater] (Alright, so how would you describe yourself?) Would you Let me Move into your heart for free? I would Treat you good Buy us a place out in Hollywood We could get an apartment in the heart of the city The location is great, but the people are shitty (Maybe-ba-be-ba-be-be-be-be-be-be, yeah) (Fuck you, John) Maybe (What, come on) Stay with mе (Alright) On the East Coast, where thе funky people be (That's right, that's right) LA (LA, L-eave) Ain't for me (Na-na, na-na) I'll settle down in Philadelphia (Woo) Okay [Verse: Classic Kevin, Allen Iverson] So, fuck with the birds, or fuck what you heard I'll love you forever, I give you my word Move into the city, I came from the 'burbs So mess with the kid, or get flushed ya turd, word I could be the man of your dreams If you've been dreaming bout a mustache and a man with a scheme Wiggle-wiggle on over, got a crop full of cream This little birdie gettin' wormy when she thinking of me 'Cause I'm the super fresh outlaw, no clout y'all A-Gwen Stefani, little mommy, screaming "No Doubt," y'all And Gwen Yo, Gwen, um, I really think we should give this an honest try Tell Blake Shelton I'ma turn him right into a skeleton Melt his dumb ass down to gelatin And what a-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d What, uh, Arrested Development With, uh, the Michael Cera Riggity-riggit-riggity-riggity rap shit 'Cause I A-tiggity-tack it, I do back flips over these whack kids Give 'em fat lips, and then I make 'em do my taxes Oh, what you wanna talk about, practice? We talkin' about practice? [Chorus: Leaf Eater] Damn, what happened? Rap ain't even rapping What's the deal with music today? Gwen Stefani You could be my mommy Gotta get you out of LA [Outro: Leaf Eater] LA, LA, LA Ain't for me