G.O.M.D

Hollywood Cole
Go
Ayy, Hollywood, ayy, Hollywood Cole
Go
That nigga done went Hollywood

You wanna know just where I'm at?
Well, let me tell you 'bout it
I put my city on the map
But let me tell you 'bout it
They tryna say I can't come back
Ayy, let me tell you 'bout it
Man, f- them n-, I come back
Ayy, let me tell you 'bout it
I wanna tell you 'bout it

Heads up, e'rybody run
Cole outside and he say he got a gun
N- like, "Man, that's what e'rybody said"
Go and pop the trunk and e'rybody dead
E'rybody scared of the n-, aware that the n- is better
All my b- the pick of the litter, never bitter
N- is fake, they anime
Me, I never hate, get cake like Anna Mae, woah

Eat the cake-cake, eat the damn cake
F- good, n-, we demand great
Order Domino then she take off all her cloth'
You-you know how it goes, make the pizza man wait (hol' up! Hol' up! Hol' up!)
The best kept secret
Even Hov tried to keep it then I leaked the damn tape, uh
Rest in peace any n- want beef
Secret service couldn't keep the man safe

I said to the window, to the wall (to the wall)
My n- ride when I call (I call)
Got b- all on my mind (my mind)
F- n- blocking my shine (my shine)
I know the reason you feel a way
I know just who you wan' be
So every day I thank the Man upstairs
That I ain't you and you ain't me

Get off my d-
Woah (get the f- off my d-)
Get off my d-, woah
Woah (get the f- off my d-)
Get off my d-
Woah (get the f- off my d-)
Get off my d-
Woah

Man, f- them n-, I come home and I don't tell nobody
They gettin' temporary dough and I don't tell nobody
Lord, will you tell me if I changed? I won't tell nobody
I wanna go back to Jermaine, and I won't tell nobody

This is the part that the thugs skip

Young never-never had love, you know, foot massage, back rub-rub
Blowing bubbles in the bathtub-tub
That is until I met you
Together we done watch years go by
Seen a river of your tears go by
Got me thinkin' bout some kids, still I
Tell them h- come through
(The break up)

Get to know somebedy and you really learn a lot about 'em
Won't be long 'fore you start to doubt 'em
Tell yourself you're better off without 'em
Then in time you will find can't walk without 'em
Can't talk without 'em, can't breathe without 'em
Came here together, you can't leave without 'em
So you walk back in, make a scene about 'em
On your Amerie, it's just 1 Thing about 'em, it's called love

Do-don't sing about it no more
Don't nobody sing about it no more (no more)
No more
It's called love
Do-don't sing about it no more
Don't nobody sing about it no more
(Don't sing about this sh-)
But e'ry n- in the club singing

To the window, to the wall (to the wall)
My n- ride when I call (I call)
Got b- all on my mind (my mind)
F- n- blocking my shine (my shine)
I know the reason you feel a way
I know just who you wan' be
So every day I thank the Man upstairs
That I ain't you and you ain't me

Get off my d-
But every n- in the club singing
Singing this song, yeah
Got all the b- in the club singing
Singing this song, yeah
And all they mamas let their kids sing it
Sing this song, yeah
The baby mamas and the mistresses
This song, yeah, song, yeah
Song, yeah, song-song, yeah

(The make up)
This sh- is retarded

Why every rich Black-Black gotta be famous?
Why every broke Black-Black gotta be brainless?
That's a stereotype
Driven by some people up in Ariel Heights
Here's a scenario
Young Cole pockets is fat like Lil Terrio
Dreamville, give us a year, we'll be on every show
Yeah, f- n-, I'm very sure (hah)

F- the rest I'm the best n- out
When I'm back home, I'm the best in the South
When I'm in L.A., I'm the best in the West
You can test, you can test, I'ma stretch n- out
Ooh, I'ma stretch n- out
That go for all y'all if I left n- out
For-for e'rybody on my testicle
Please make sure you put the rest in your mouth