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Hollis to Hollywood

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You know it be buggin’ me out, you know what I’m sayin’that rap, how everybody like is using metaphors and all thatit seems like everybody’s some kind of metaphor freaksome kind of metaphorical
Or somethin’ man, you know what I’m sayin’, word upso, you know what I’m sayin, you know brother’s wanna make a movie and all thatyou know how I mean, so I figured you know what I’m sayin’I’d j
Ake a little movie, with a chickenballcheck itif you saw the movie wall street I guess you knowthe way ya stack chips and regulate wild doughbut ain’t no g-funk and far from my eratales from the
Your boyz will feel terrormc’s contaminatin’ tracks with fecesyou think of pussy until a flick like specieshi tech ya my pen got velocityjumpin’ out the ssl like virtuosityand never question wh
M doin’ to ya girlshe let me dive deep like her panties is waterworldbut all metaphors the only thing in rapyou brothers need to stop with thatI’m goin’ fromhollis to hollywood, but is he goodho
To hollywood, but is he goodh
Ollis to hollywood, but is he goodhollis to hollywood, but is he goodcheck it,I’m makin’ speed like I’m keanu reevesbut too many true lies can make a honey pleaseshe said, I know you want thisge
Ocahontasi got higher learnin’and bangin’ gets monotonousher ass is classiccheeks was jurrasicservin’ a justicepoetic the way I last iti touch ground real windy with my lyricsmake her talk in to
And feel the holy spirithear it, pulling light stringsgot mad cast a swingwhen I do my thing my ballz is hairy like the lion kingI’m in the jungle layin’ down my mackyou brothers need to chill
ThatI’m goin’ fromhollis to hollywood, but is he goodhollis to hollywood, but is he goodhollis to hollywood, but is he goodhollis to hollywood, but is he goodtake me awayyou think I won’t foolta
Awayyou think I can’t fooltake me awayyou think I won’t fooltake me awayyou think I can’t foolit’s kinda like miniture satellites floatin’ in closetsspyin’ in pocketsjumpin’ out of a helicopter
A football stadium filled wi
Th cotton candywheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeword up,so your man got a good job lovin’ ya so muchboss on his back comin’ home like ’what the fuck? ’but you be on his side through the thick and all
Hinthat’s when ll come inblast a ass like apollo 13sugar get the creamhoppin dom in every directionwhat a scenehe can’t understand, your best friend’s planrunning game while you chill with the d
Tion mangood love, have fun, tight hugs, and flowersi have your girl runnin’ off to fake baby showersbetter get down before ya cryin’ at homei got her standing on the bed gettin’ closer to the d
Onesome brother’s won’t appreciate thatain’t it scary when you meet a real macklet’s run it backsee the flavors in my lifestyle, chill don’t even lie to meballs a lethal weapon, dick a menace to
Etyyou ain’t a player hater kid you took her off restrictioni make her tell lies and knock the pulp out of fictionkid you know I’m game tight, when you hit it tonight I hope she screams my name
This word is born kid, you kn
Ow why? I’m goin’ fromhollis to hollywood, but is he goodhollis to hollywood, but is he goodhollis to hollywood, but is he goodhollis to hollywood, but is he goodcheck it.

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