Lyrics Hollywood - Twinz
(Chorus)
x2
She's
on
her
way,
about
to
get
paid
But
never
turning
Hollywood
He's
on
his
way,
about
to
get
paid
But
never
turning
Hollywood
Neb
Love-
I
used
to
be
that
way,
but
now
I'm
like
this
You
betta
miss
me
with
that
shit
or
catch
a
mighty
blow
to
lip
Cheeks
Beware
I'm
here,
hooray
for
N-E-B,
no
that's
not
me,
Oh,
cuz
I'm
in
the
Cherokee,
cruisin
with
Warren
G
Goin
to
pick
up
Jah
Skill
and
the
Twinz
Five
footin
till
the
end
of
my
life,
for
real
Ya
didn't
know
the
sista
but
she
had
a
record
deal
They
wanna
see
you
at
the
top,
then
they
wanna
see
you
drop
Then
they
wanna
call
the
cops,
ring
hello?
Wake
up,
once
yo
ass
go
Hollywood
ya
ass
is
like
fuck
(Ya
ass
is
like
fuck)
A
young
buck
Knee-Hi
told
me
that
Neb
changed
But
if
I'm
on
the
wrong
track
put
me
in
the
right
place
Wayniac-
I'm
just
the
same
muthafucka,
who
kicked
them
nuts
back
in
the
day
This
is
how
it
is
when
the
niggaz
gettin
paid
You
used
to
treat
me
different
now
that
you
know
where
I
stand
But
back
up
in
the
days
you
didn't
really
give
a
damn
I
had
my
own
thing,
me
and
the
homeys
from
the
PAC
We
watch
each
other's
back
tryin
to
get
our
pockets
fat
But
now
it's
new
niggaz
poppin
all
up
in
our
face
From
88
to
93
I
couldn't
find
a
trace
I
keeped
on
shit
on
data
just
reviewin
all
the
facts
In
my
mind
I
designed
how
to
switch
and
counteract
Cuz
ain't
no
Holly
and
me
if
it
is
it's
gettin
stuck
I'm
strictly
for
my
paper
as
these
groupies
ride
my
nuts
(Chorus)
x2
Jah
Skills-
What,
you
can't
speak,
because
I
reached
my
peak,
Why
don't
you,
go
bout
your
business
let
your
mind
tweak,
But
see
ain't
nuthin
changed
on
my
behalf
still
got
my
mics
and
Stashed
Niggaz
is
siamese
two
faced
and
they
switch
it
fast
Cuz
Hollywood
can't
do
nuthin
for
me
but
hang
me
like
drapes
Distribute
my
phat
tapes
and
in
my
pocket
put
some
papes
Trip
Locc-
And
ain't
nuthin
in
Hollywood
that
could
make
me
wanna
switch
Could
he
please,
you
know
what's
up
with
me
so
Holly
these
I'm
from
the
G
side,
flip
flop
if
you
want
to
Banned
by
yo
hood
and
yo
city
shoulda
stayed
true
But
ya
didn't
fell
victim
to
the
limelight
Never
gettin
faded
cuz
the
Locc
was
just
to
trump
tight
Jah
Skills-
You
must
be
dazed
Ya
goin
through
some
type
of
phase
Behind
my
back
you
jaw
jack
but
in
my
house
you
wanna
blaze
Wayniac
& Jah
Skills-
So
thanks
for
smokin
the
click
out
an
shit
All
upon
her
clit
(And
all
upon
his
dick)
It
makes
me
sick,
but
we
don't
even
trip
cuz
it's
the
G-Funk
(Rail
two
rules
like
tree
trunks)
Now
feel
the
brew
that
we
funk
(Steady
on
a
mission
underground
that
is
the
sound)
Don't
ever
get
it
twisted
when
the
real
ones
put
it
down
(Chorus)
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