CYDAL

CYDAL - Hollywood lyrics

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(feat. Luniz, T Luni)

[Verse 1: Numskull]

Once upon a time, steppin on the scene

a dope-related youngsta, rappin hella clean

a cool type of stance, don't trip where he's from

to make interestin it's me Nummy-Num

I lived on Ave. what no one ever had

broke wit no b-i's feelin hella sad

I lied

I stole

always hella bold

but I make no progress, never reachin no goals

my potnas they used to, smash and bash

talkin trash wit no remorse cappin on my raps

even worse than that to make me feel low

they drunk all they Hin, and smoked all the dope

and girls used to say "Num you're so cute"

"but you get's no action cuz you have no loot"

well one day walkin down Six-Duce

I seen a brother wit Shelly he's lookin hella juiced

he said "Here ye here ye, check out my thang"

"if you can rap real good and got songs you can hang"

"I already got a rapper Dru 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, brokes out

moved to Hollywood, now they think I sold out.

[Chorus: Luniz, Cydal & T Luni]

Uh.

When you makin mo mail then they could

hatas think you goin Hollywood

Never would, Hollywood.

When you move up out the hood

hatas think you goin Hollywood.

Uh-huh, uh-huh.

[Verse 2: T Luni]

All right stop what ya doin

cuz I'm about to ruin

the image of the game that ya used to

I look bummy

but peeps I'm makin money see

so yo world are you ready for me

now gather 'round, I'm the new playa in town

if you got mo grip then 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 Luni

surrounded by doobies

condoms and groupies, love me more then they do Lucchi

(you do your thang)

an all the notches in the top ten

please allow me to do it

I'm a freak, I like the girls wit the boom

I once got busy in the studio bathroom

I'm crazy

straight gangsta mack

I only stay if baby got back

I'm serious

they wanna swallow me like licorice

I never faze back, girls they too ticklish

an wouldn't ride no hoochie in the hood

they think I'm too good, rumor has it that I'm Hollywood.

[Chorus: x1]

[Verse 3: Cydal]

I can't be broke

I inhale too much bomb smoke

the game is savage, makin cabbage in the city of dope

when I'm home I'm writtin songs, an I don't stop

nobody step up, or press up, when I set up shop

I used to stand in the crowd, watch the dope fiends an wonder

man who them fools in the ice cream van

that's Nummy-Num and Yuk trick, don't you hear the music?

playas always haven't, but playa hatas use it

been out for the cash since the day I was born

til I changed it, rearranged it to a street game form

I write a rhyme, anger feedin 'em

every show you see me in

deep in M.O.B., cuz ain't no folks surviving greediness

fiends being wild, so they need to be tamed

so I keep 'em all in shackles, cuz they gotta be chained

then I'm back to the honey comb

where hustlas get they money gone

Oakland ain't no joke, we all no it ain't no funny bone

a public enemy

not even a friend of me

the Mobb, will stand beyond the click that y'all pretend to be

so don't be givin me this and that about the hood

cuz they know it's all good

I never could go Hollywood.

[Chorus: x1]

[Verse 4: Yukmouth]

I play the landlord, you be the apartment

you all know my name Smoke-A-Lot I gotta spark it

to get yo bitch started

who roll the hardest

me as the artist I gotta come out the largest

Yuk, I squat a Lexo's an Num's squattin Pala's

it ain't about who ballin cuz we all clockin dollas

that's why

I packed as an eagle

people be lookin at me smokingly roll by bomb-beagles

rap is like a kilo, of cocaine

illegal business and we in this dope game

buying so-an-so I'm a playa, I'm a mack

huh, but to me you "geek-geek" off crack

I smoke sacks wit the purple heads around from the Town

put that backyard boogie down,

you puffin wit Yuk, you know I blow greenery

you wanna be like me the Ice Creamery

if yo ass ain't know by now I hits the scenery

so cleanery, sittin on chrome eighteeneries

I smoke a beedie, a tampa to the wood

mainly what I write is for the homies in the hood

Hollywood.

[Chorus x1]

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