Hollyhood to Hollywood

Lyrics

[Intro: Sample & Wyclef Jean] Bling, bling! Who's that with Supercat (Third Eye!, Third Eye!) Yes black, where all my troopers at (Uptown!, Uptown!) Yo, let's get back to the hardcore right now Underground hip-hop yo This one's a gangsta tune, whassup Fosha? I'ma send this one out to all the refugee gangs around the world Signal, signal, y'all need to chill with the drive-by's [Pre-Chorus: Wyclef Jean] It was the Fourth of July, I heard the cherry bomb bang "Stay in the house, that's the sound of the gangs, Clef" By the time we figured out what happened I was in an ambulance tellin' my cousin, "Keep breathing" [Chorus: Wyclef Jean & (Small World)] Don't wear your colors here, that's cemetery gear I got my gun and nine, killing's my appetite (But that ain't right y'all) Don't wear your colors here, that's cemetery gear (California, California) I got my gun and nine (From Hollywood to your neck of the hood) [Verse 1: Wyclef Jean] True, true, yo Hollywood got a lot of kids twisted Jumpin' in and out of limo's thinkin' is his ass really gifted The only gift y'all possess is workin' with the triple six's Y'all disguise yourself with bandanas and diamond necklaces Mosta y'all can't even go back to the hood where y'all grew up Actin like y'all drink alcohol when all y'all do is throw up Talk about when y'all blow up y'all gonna visit the project floors But the last time they saw y'all was 1984 Now y'all wonder, why they got on hoodies screamin' "freeze" Get out the navigator, Godfather III in the DVD They hop in, they take your car for a spin It's cold outside so all you feel is the wind There's no cell-y phone, so you can't phone home Oh lord, here come those criminals Maleek & Jerome ("Yo, who you know here, you got family over here?") (He a rap artist) ("I don't care, he got the wrong colors over here, no fear") Now you look shook like that Mobb Deep song I'm surprised, 'cause on all y'all records you was Al Capone And come to find out that you never held a chrome And you escaped the draft and never bust a shot in Vietnam Now you standin' in the form amongst the children of the corn Like the Son of Man stood with a crown made of thorns The only difference is for you there'll be no resurrection 'Cause it's a traffic jam, they got you locked up in a intersection [Chorus: Wyclef Jean & (Small World)] Don't wear your colors here, that's cemetery gear I got my gun and nine, killing's my appetite (But that ain't right y'all) Don't wear your colors here (Colors), that's cemetery gear (Chicago, Chicago) I got my gun and nine (From Hollywood to your neck of the hood) [Verse 2: Small World] Yo, Hollywood-ass half-man be hollow to you How could you have slipped through while I was detecting the trick that's in you Pretending you pitbull, when really your candy-ass is poodle We wouldn't've hit you, hammers have already been Cocked and cleaned, yo, it was who? It's click-up, click-up, north cackus, commence to stick up That's what's within us, cack and lack, clap, buck killers quicker Stick up the forest misters then head up to chickens with 'em Adrenaline's givin', when I riff with the fifth to your chin-in You never knew 'bout how we play these innings But you about to play the commission Waves are spinning, I'm out the glaze I'm sh...ing The real is missing but the fraud is evident Ever so clear, but you got the nerd to come around here with pounds of fear Your colors wrong you must rock edible dons with that huh? Damn, pa, what's that? Lemme get that, with the quick snatch If it's a little man in you then I better put the trick back And if it's anything killers is fearing, I know my clit stacked for realer [Chorus: Wyclef Jean & (Small World)] Don't wear your colors here, that's cemetery gear I got my gun and nine, killing's my appetite (But that ain't right y'all) Don't wear your colors here, that's cemetery gear (Detroit, Detroit) I got my gun and nine (From Hollywood to your neck of the hood) [Outro: Wyclef Jean] Tell the FBI that I won't be home tonight Tell the Secret Service I won't be home tonight Colors Put away your colors Whoa, colors