Hollywood Songtext
von Cydal

Once upon a time steppin′ on the scene
A dope-related youngster rappin' hella clean
A cool type of stance, don′t trip where he from
To make an interest it is me, Nummy Num
I lived on the Ave. when no one ever had

Broke with no B.I. feelin' hella sad

I lied, I stole, always hella bold

But I made no progress, never reachin' no goals

My partners, they used to smash and bag
Talkin′ trash with no remorse, cappin′ on my rag
Even worse than that, to make me feel low

They drunk all the Henn' and smoked all the dope

And girls used to say, "Num, you′re so cute


But you gets no action 'cause you have no loot"
Well, one day walkin′ down Six-Duce
I seen a brother with Shelly's lookin′ hella juiced
He said, "Hear ye, hear ye, check out my thang
If you can rap real good and got songs, you can hang
I already got a rapper drew down, I'm 'bout to start
You can rap on his tape if you can rip it apart"
So I ran home and wrote a new song
The tape went platinum, it didn′t take hella long
Got a couple of checks and I broke South

Moved to Hollywood, now they think I sold out

When you′re makin' more mail than they could
Haters think you′re goin' Hollywood
(Never would Hollywood)
When you move up out the hood
Haters think you′re goin' Hollywood

Alright, stop what you′re doin' 'cause I′m about to ruin
The image and the gimmicks that you′re used to
I look bummy, but peep, I'm makin′ money, see
So yo, world, are you ready for me?
Now gather 'round, I′m the new player in town
If you got more grip than me, then I lay you down

I drink up all the Hennessy you got on your shelf
So step aside, it's time to introduce myself
I′m T the Luney, surrounded by doobies
Condoms and groupies who love me more than they do Lucy
(You do your thing) And all the notches in the top ten


Please allow me to do me
I'm a freak, I like the girls with the boom
I once got busy in the studio bathroom
I'm crazy, straight gangsta mack

I only fade if baby got back
I′m serious, they wanna swallow me like licorice
I never fade fat girls ′cause they too ticklish
And wouldn't ride in their hoochie in the hood
They think I′m too good, rumor has it that I'm Hollywood

When you′re makin' more mail than they could
Haters think you′re goin' Hollywood
(Never would Hollywood)
When you move up out the hood
Haters think you're goin′ Hollywood

I can′t be broke, I inhale too much bomb smoke
Became a savage makin' cabbage in the city of dope
When I′m home I write songs, and I don't stop
Nobody press up or step up when I set up shop
I used to stand in the crowd and watch the dope fiends wonder
Man, who the fools in the ice cream van?
That′s Nummy Nummy, yup, trick, don't you hear the music?

Players always have it, but player haters lose it
Been out for the cash since the day I was born
′Til I changed and rearranged it to a street gang form
I write a rhyme and graffiti it, every show you see me in
Deep in M.O.B. since ain't no folks about ingredients
Females is wild, so they need to be tamed
So I keep 'em all in shackles ′cause they gotta be chained
Then I′m back to the honeycomb where hustlers get they money on

Off to be no jokes, we all know it ain't no funny bone
A public enemy, not even a friend of me
The mob was heavy on the clique, it sure be tend to be
So don′t be givin' me this and that about the hood
′Cause they know it's all good, I never could go Hollywood

When you′re makin' more mail than they could
Haters think you're goin′ Hollywood
(Never would Hollywood)
When you move up out the hood
Haters think you′re goin' Hollywood

I play the landlord, you be the apartment
You all know my name, Smoke-A-Lot, I gots to spark it
You get your grip started, who roll the hardest?

Me as the artist, I gots to come out the largest
Yo, I squat a Lexo, and Num squat Impala
It ain′t about who ballin' ′cause we all clockin' dollars
That′s why (That's why) I pack Desert Eagle
People be lookin' at me smoke illegal bomb beezle
Rap is like a kilo of cocaine (Cocaine)
Illegal business and we in this dope game
Buyin′ so-and-so, I′m a player, I'm a mack
Huh, but to me you′re geek, geek off crack

I smoke sacks with the purple hairs around from the town

Put that backyard boogie down
You puffin', well, yup, you know I blow greenery
You wanna be like me, the ice creamery
If your ass ain′t know by now, I hit the scenery
So cleanery, sittin' on chrome eighteeneries
I smoke a beedy, a Tampa to the hood
Mainly what I write is for the homies in the hood
Hollywood

When you′re makin' more mail than they could
Haters think you're goin′ Hollywood
(Never would Hollywood)
When you move up out the hood
Haters think you′re goin' Hollywood