Mr. Hollywood (Slowed)
Tuck the strap
The gloves is off I'm up to bat
I put way too much in to get nothing back
Wassup with that
Every tape and every fucking track
A Hollywood verse you ain't gone hear nothing whack
I must confess like a Usher track
He run up I clutch the gat and buss him back
Discuss the facts
DTE the army and just like a nigga with no arms you aint touching that
My whole team full of generals
But nevermind that I got a team full of criminal obscene individuals
Niggas looking like they never seen no residuals
For the love of the dollar bill I seen what a nigga do
Seen niggas steal from they own fam
Seen niggas make the same mistakes from lil kids as a grown man
They tell us get a job they don't teach us to own land
So I said fuck the teacher i'ma think of my own plan
They ask me who I'm preaching for
I preach to the streets
I learned the game I know what I want and I'm in it
Mr. Hollywood
Got what they looking for keep what they looking for
Mr. Hollywood
They ask me who I'm preaching for
I preach to the streets
I fill my body up with liquor and speak to the beat
The trade is drug the team is dream
A fiend for lean don't care bout how extreme it seem
Cause in my hood I done seen the extremist things
So I may come off more aggressive than i mean to seem
And All I ever really needed was a engineer and better beats
Money talks my nigga and I don't hear you ever speak
I'm that nigga that you heard of but you never see
I know some midget niggas reaching heights that you can never reach
I keep a canine no matter whatever pedigree
On this ecstasy I feel as high as I could ever be
If you cant be yourself it aint nobody you could ever be
I'm marching with my soldiers right behind me and ahead of me
Assume position watch and listen
Pour a cup roll a dutch then resume the mission
They only know the information that I choose to give 'em
It's rules to living niggas must be confused or tripping
They ask me who I'm preaching for
I preach to the streets
I learned the game I know what I want and I'm in it
Mr. Hollywood
Got what they looking for keep what they looking for
Mr. Hollywood
They ask me who i'm preaching for
I preach to the streets
I fill my body up with liquor and speak to the beat
The gloves is off I'm up to bat
I put way too much in to get nothing back
Wassup with that
Every tape and every fucking track
A Hollywood verse you ain't gone hear nothing whack
I must confess like a Usher track
He run up I clutch the gat and buss him back
Discuss the facts
DTE the army and just like a nigga with no arms you aint touching that
My whole team full of generals
But nevermind that I got a team full of criminal obscene individuals
Niggas looking like they never seen no residuals
For the love of the dollar bill I seen what a nigga do
Seen niggas steal from they own fam
Seen niggas make the same mistakes from lil kids as a grown man
They tell us get a job they don't teach us to own land
So I said fuck the teacher i'ma think of my own plan
They ask me who I'm preaching for
I preach to the streets
I learned the game I know what I want and I'm in it
Mr. Hollywood
Got what they looking for keep what they looking for
Mr. Hollywood
They ask me who I'm preaching for
I preach to the streets
I fill my body up with liquor and speak to the beat
The trade is drug the team is dream
A fiend for lean don't care bout how extreme it seem
Cause in my hood I done seen the extremist things
So I may come off more aggressive than i mean to seem
And All I ever really needed was a engineer and better beats
Money talks my nigga and I don't hear you ever speak
I'm that nigga that you heard of but you never see
I know some midget niggas reaching heights that you can never reach
I keep a canine no matter whatever pedigree
On this ecstasy I feel as high as I could ever be
If you cant be yourself it aint nobody you could ever be
I'm marching with my soldiers right behind me and ahead of me
Assume position watch and listen
Pour a cup roll a dutch then resume the mission
They only know the information that I choose to give 'em
It's rules to living niggas must be confused or tripping
They ask me who I'm preaching for
I preach to the streets
I learned the game I know what I want and I'm in it
Mr. Hollywood
Got what they looking for keep what they looking for
Mr. Hollywood
They ask me who i'm preaching for
I preach to the streets
I fill my body up with liquor and speak to the beat
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Writer(s): Jemario Dye
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