Hollywood we're never going down [x3] [Chorus] And all the kids in the hood come and wave and shake your hands, Hollywood we're never going down.
Dayton`s, and that’s like Freddy Kruger hatin’ on Jason. That’s got the Funny Man losing his patience leave you dead in a ditch on Highland and Franklin [chorus] [J
And I know he's got one on his hip But I got the drop, and outside, Rule got the Drops All it takes is a cock and a pop Money for bail, ain't seeing no
and shank ya Or put some cement in yo shit and sank ya Or make you shoot yourself and then I'm thankin' ya Throw tile over round your throat and drag
' holes in brains Oh, I say the same thing till I'm old and gray For I falloff and rap about my clothes and chains Grippin' grain and poppin' trunks,
holes in brains Oh, I say the same thing till I'm old and grey For I falloff and rap about my clothes and chains Grippin' grain and poppin' trunks, Dawg
holes in brains Before I say the same thing I'll be old and grey 'Fore I fall off and rap about my clothes and chains Gripping grain and popping trunks
E J, J, J E F F to the R E E J, J, J E F F to the R E E J, J, J E F F to the R E E J, J, J E F F to the R E E J, J, J, ain't no bitch who can do it
In your house with your spouse I'm doin' the nasty I'm a felon ask J rock industries and ashtrays Rancid and hash-ay add gas and rap some And burn the
and talk kinda fast and thought of as a New York kinda rhymer But must New Yorkers got family in South and North Carolina L.A. is little Alabama They walk and
comin through in a nigga trunk is tha nigga named Tru and I got that boy Key-C in here and that boy Poyo and these hoes ear and we comin through wit that
that bulls**t (That's right) And give you what you need Scream L 'Cuz we livin' and we love the life Scream O We official and we override Scream X 'Cuz we experts and
and my trunks on pop,chop chop you know it dont stop the spreewells keep spinnin and my trunks on pop and i stay ridn clean,driven screens yellow diamonds
But first Let me tell you what's worse October 31st Bloody Halloweens Screams and police sirens Rapid firing my automatic pistol I pop Chris And I pop
haters wanna hate, grown with it My God, I'm dope boy, fresh, hit the toe and Izod The most downloaded song in your iPODs Me and M H never tricked,
signed with my niggaz from H-Town Prince J and stayed down Made me put them cakes down I run the Bay now Shake and break like earthquakes now And fuck
'come and drag me out this bitch.... (yea, Gudda) [Verse 3 - Supa] I'm doin good and it feels great I'm in the hood H2 and it's charcoal gray supa
luther king and do the damn thing far as snitching goin like j-lo i can sing but ill eat you like a planet wing lets pop a cop and then pop some champagne
