P.SO - Mr. Hollywood lyrics

rate me

Chillin on the street in my b-boy stance

I got my pockets on swoll and my beats on blast

I'm Mr. Hollywood, Mist-Mr. Hollywood

And everywhere that I go, yup, it's probably hood

I'm Mr. Hollywood, Mist-Mr. Hollywood

And everything that I say, yeah, it's probably good

I'm Mr. Hollywood, Mist-Mr. Hollywood

And would I give it to shorty? Yeah, I probably would

"Chillin on the street in my b-boy stance

I got my pockets on swoll and my beats on blast"

I'm Mr. Hollywood, Mist-Mr. Hollywood

I'm puffin la-di-da-di and party in Hollyhood

I'm probably out with a hottie shakin her body good

God she lookin like Halle Berry, rubbin my holly wood

She looked her best in the dress on her breasts

I gotta look fresh so I dress to impress

I got a greater mind every time I say a rhyme

Hollywood ain't spendin money, people it's a state of mind

I break a hater's spine, then I'd just be facin time

I'd rather just create a rhyme, sip and drink, date and dine

If I make her mine, maybe I can make her grind

On the beach, overseas, livin on Jamaican time

We sunbakin, gettin naked chillin wastin time

Sippin out a chalice gin and tonic with a chase of lime

Mami shake and wind, damn your face is fine

Mr. Hollywood, livin my life through space and time

Yo, yo

Let me tell you 'bout my campaign (uh-huh)

I'm a mellow type of nigga chillin, tryin to do my damn thang

If you hatin that's a damn shame

I'm untouchable, my body stays dry under damp rain

I'm just tryin to get this cash mayne

I take pulls real slow even though I'm in the fast lane

You got a gat but you got bad aim

My crew is risin to the top like the bubbles do in champagne

Party people get your groove on

Sip a drink, puff an L and start movin to this smooth song

You tryin to tussle with my crew? WRONG~!

Keep sleepin I'm about to cop the drop with the roof gone

Passin L's like Grey Poupon

I don't even need a telly I bank shorty on my futon

Wifebeater and my boots on

Yeah I'm lovin you tonight, but tomorrow we can move on

I come with the Yankee hung fitted

Fluid tongue run liquid movin dumb dumb critics

Son winnin, +I'm Not a Player+ like Pun, get it

Not bangin no gun clip in just makin some fun with it

I'm livin Hollywood now without the fame

Just a lil' bit of money I'm about my game

I'm about my name, I'm about my strife

I'm about my struggle, I'm about my life

I'm just tryin to do this music thing whatever it takes

Cause we all know the value rap revenue makes

For y'all corny acts I gotta make it federal case

I'm the tortoise you the hare I got incredible pace

Had an incredible night, had incredible sex

She had on edible panties under her red and blue dress

YES~! And I move with the wind

So we can wake up in the mornin and just do it again

Aight what I want everybody to do right now

Is just smooth it out

Yeah, smooth it out

Nah, we ain't done yet!

YEAH! I'm feelin so good right now

I'm on top of my game

Shout out to all my people ballin on a budget

Broke as fuck

You can still live Hollywood y'know?

"Chillin on the street in my b-boy stance

I got my pockets on swoll and my beats on blast"

"Chillin on the street in my b-boy stance

I got my pockets on swoll and my beats on blast"