Hollywood

Luniz & T Luni - Rap, Gangsta Rap
Hollywood
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Duration: 4:14
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Verse 1 *(Numskull)* Once upon a time, steppin on the scene A dope-related youngsta, rappin hella clean A cool type of stance, don't trip where he's from To make it 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 Hen, and smoked all the dope 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 *(Chorus-Luniz, Cydal & T Luni)* 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 Verse 2 *(T Luni)* All right stop what ya doin Cuz I'm about to ruin The image of the gimmicks that ya used to I look bummy But peep 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 than 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 gangsta 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 *(Chorus)* x1 Verse 3 *(Cydal)* I can't be broke I inhale too much bomb smoke The game is savage, makin cabbage in the city of dope 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 dope 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 M.O.B., cuz ain't no folks surviving greediness Females is 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 on 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 *(Chorus)* x1 Verse 4 *(Yukmouth)* I play the landlord, you be the apartment You all know my name Smoke-A-Lot I gotta spark it To get yo bitch 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 ballin 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 cocaine Illegal business and we in this dope 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 puffin wit Yuk, you know I blow greenery You wanna be like me the Ice Creamery If yo ass ain't know by now I hit the scenery So cleanery, sittin on chrome eighteeneries I smoke a beedie, a tampa to the wood Mainly what I write is for the homies in the hood Hollywood *(Chorus)* x1
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Credits
- Writers
- Yukmouth
- Numskull
- Cydal