Songtexte HOLLYWOOD (feat. Shoreline Mafia) - YG

Yeah (ay)
(Damn James) 400
Ay, ay-ay-ay (smokin', drinkin', fuckin')
Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign

Smokin', drinkin', fuckin'
And the opps, they ain't on nothin'
Got it on me when I'm in the function
Nigga starin' too hard and I'm bussin'

Got a switch on this blick, you can't duck this
And the clip too big, I can't tuck shit
This some West Coast shit you can't fuck wit'
South Central, all the way to Sunset (uh)

From Bompton all the way to Sunset
I ain't bomin' if I can't bring the gun in
If I'm bomin' then you know I bring some Bloods in
Blood in, blood out, bitch, we thuggin

Throwin' up gang signs
On that fuck the opps shit so much, they try to hit me with a hate crime
Chances, I'ma take mines
Good pussy, gotta fly across state lines

Yeah, got your lady spoiled
Hunnid bottles at the crib, no baby oil
Yeah, got your lady spoiled
Hunnid bottles at the crib, no baby oil

Smokin', drinkin', fuckin'
And the opps, they ain't on nothin'
Got it on me when I'm in the function
Nigga starin' too hard and I'm bussin'

Got a switch on this blick, you can't duck this
And the clip too big, I can't tuck shit
This some West Coast shit you can't fuck wit'
South Central, all the way to Sunset

From Hollywood all the way to Bompton
Think about Nip when I'm on Slauson
Sellin' hos on Fig like an auction
When you approach me do it with some caution

I just turned Coachella into Hochella
And I got it on me, I'm a known felon
Catch a case, take a charge, I don't do no tellin'
Don't do no arguin', don't do no yellin'

Anytime that I perform, I got a blick on the stage
You can tell I'm cuttin' up, startin' to look like Johnny Cage
Sell good cocaine on my burst free-range
Bitch, I came from the trenches, shoot-outs and runnin' fades

Smokin', drinkin', fuckin'
And the opps, they ain't on nothin'
Got it on me when I'm in the function
Nigga starin' too hard and I'm bussin'

Got a switch on this blick, you can't duck this
And the clip too big, I can't tuck shit
This some West Coast shit you can't fuck wit'
South Central, all the way to Sunset

This that West Coast shit you can't fuck with
I got her suckin' on my dick, she got the duck lips
Freaky ass bitch, wanna fuck me with no condom (oh-yeah)
Wipe a nigga nose, if we spot 'em then we on him, bitch (yeah, we on 'em)

You see the boogers on the face like I'm sick (like I'm sick)
You try to turn her to her wife, but she out here doin' dicks (doin' dicks)
She showin' out, she doin' tricks (doin' tricks)
I bend her over, then she put me on the floor and did the splits, ay (on my mama)

I love the way she make it grip (ay)
I might let you give me head, baby, but don't kiss me on my lips (ay)
We got one, two, three, four blickies in the VIP (brrt)
Let a nigga try to trip, we throwin' bullets in this bitch (bah)

Let a nigga trip, he gon' get a facelift (facelift)
That 40 Glock got him doin' the Matrix (Matrix)
All the pretty hos gon' play this
Joey Bada$$ gon' hate this

Smokin', drinkin', fuckin'
And the opps, they ain't on nothin'
Got it on me when I'm in the function
Nigga starin' too hard and I'm bussin'

Got a switch on this blick, you can't duck this
And the clip too big, I can't tuck shit
This some West Coast shit you can't fuck wit'
South Central, all the way to Sunset

(Damn James)
Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign