Deuce

Deuce - Hollyhood Vacation lyrics

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[Deuce:]

Yeah, 9 lives

[Truth:]

California, Hollyhood got the liquor feelin' good

Cali bud light it up

Get your money that's what's up

Ya that's me from the streets in the car with my heat

What you need?

V-I who, V-I what, you with me

[Chorus x2: Deuce]

Sh-shake it to the front sh-shake it to the back

Now turn it all around show me how you shake that ass

I'm in the club gettin' buzzed, ya I'm faded

And baby momma if you want it we can make it

[Truth:]

Just close your eyes completely shut

Open your eyes and face The Truth

Marinate facts observe the scene

GML respect the roots

Money, money I get it, get it

Hustle hard no lookin' back

Shake them haters that's for real

Make some moves and watch me stack

I'm hood baby can't you tell

Hollywood fuck Glendale

Oh well I went to jail

Guess what, Deuce got bail

9 lives off my chain

I'm coo coo, so insane

Mona Lisa, perfect picture

Got beef my pistol get you

Chuck Taylors, white T's, low riders, man please

Back up off me you fuckin' chump

Turn this up and let it bump

Ruthless cats on my team

Nightmare, I'm in your dream

You're the crop I'm the cream

I'm the hustler you're the fiend

Back it up, shake that ass

Me and Deuce no need to ask

He gone crazy lost his mask

I gone crazy and got his back

Lights on, lights off

It's about to spark off

Flow is so heavy it'll knock your socks off

[Chorus x2: Deuce]

Sh-shake it to the front sh-shake it to the back

Now turn it all around show me how you shake that ass

I'm in the club gettin' buzzed, ya I'm faded

And baby momma if you want it we can make it

[Deuce:]

This shit's so easy

You see me, you can't believe that it's me

Oh my God, he's in all my dreams

Oh my God, you know how to sing

Oh my God, it's you is this real?

Ya you see me sittin' and drinkin'

You see me sittin', I'm thinkin' she thinks I'm easy

Believe me when she comes home there's no teasin'

And there's no speakin', ya feel me?

She wants to fuck with no rubber and she go think I'm a love her

Bitch better stay in the covers 'cause we ain't gotta be lovers

Just take your pants off and cuddle

Don't call your man cause it's trouble,

If he comes back I'm a shovel a hole so deep in my yard

I'll let him sleep with the sharks, fishes

So don't be alarmed when I take the keys to your car

Wa we ain't gotta be buddies or hug inside of no club

We ain't gotta make nothin public, so fuck it

'Cause next week I'll be havin' models and bottles inside my one room apartment

That's when this shit gets retarded

And bitches start seein' doubles of me and wake up in trouble with me

'She's only 17 man! '

That's when they call the police

[Chorus x2: Deuce]]

Sh-shake it to the front sh-shake it to the back

Now turn it all around show me how you shake that ass

I'm in the club gettin' buzzed, ya I'm faded

And baby momma if you want it we can make it

[Truth:]

Oohhhh, I'm back, The Truth, that's that

I'm a star like Terry O, short bus retarded flow

Want the money plus the fame, run rap mando

I'm fast, faster than a honey mustard lambo movin' through an open road

Worldwide, around the globe

What's the streets without the code?

Escobar without the blow

Jiberjaber yip yap

Competition where you at?

All you suckers I don't slack

Got a problem, do the math

[Chorus: Deuce]

Sh-shake it to the front sh-shake it to the back

Now turn it all around show me how you shake that ass

I'm in the club gettin' buzzed, ya I'm faded

And baby momma if you want it we can make it

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