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LL Cool J Mr Smith Hollis To Hollywood Yeah, you know it be buggin' me out, you know what I'm sayin' that rap, how everybody like is using metaphors and all that it seems like everybody's some kind of metaphor freak some kind of metaphorical freak or somethin' man, you know what I'm sayin', word up So, You know what I'm sayin, you know brother's wanna make a movie and all that you know how I mean, so I figured you know what I'm sayin' I'd just make a little movie, with a chick involved. Check it If you saw the movie Wall Street I guess you know The way ya stack chips and regulate wild dough But ain't no G-funk and far from my era Tales from the hood your boyz will feel terror MC's contaminatin' tracks with feces You think of pussy until a flick like Species Hi tech ya my pen got velocity Jumpin' out the SSL like Virtuosity And never question what I'm doin' to ya girl She let me dive deep like her panties is Waterworld But all metaphors the only thing in rap You brothers need to stop with that I'm goin' from Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good Check it, I'm makin' Speed like I'm Keanu Reeves But too many True Lies can make a honey please She said, I know you want this Ghetto Pocahontas I got Higher Learnin' And bangin' gets monotonous Her ass is classic Cheeks was Jurrasic Servin' a Justice Poetic the way I last it I touch ground real windy with my lyrics Make her talk in tongues and feel the Holy Spirit Hear it, pulling light strings Got mad cast a swing When I do my thing my ballz is hairy like the Lion King I'm in the jungle layin' down my mack You brothers need to chill with that I'm goin' from Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good Take me away You think I won't fool Take me away You think I can't fool Take me away You think I won't fool Take me away You think I can't fool It's kinda like miniture satellites floatin' in closets Spyin' in pockets Jumpin' out of a helicopter into a football stadium filled with cotton candy Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Word up, So your man got a good job lovin' ya so much Boss on his back comin' home like 'What the fuck?' But you be on his side through the thick and all the thin That's when LL come in Blast a ass like Apollo 13 Sugar get the cream Hoppin dom in every direction What a scene He can't understand, your best friend's plan Running game while you chill with the Demolition Man Good love, have fun, tight hugs, and flowers I have your girl runnin' off to fake baby showers Better get down before ya cryin' at home I got her standing on the bed gettin' closer to the Drop Zone Some brother's won't appreciate that Ain't it scary when you meet a real mack Let's run it back See the flavors in my lifestyle, chill don't even lie to me Balls a lethal weapon, dick a menace to society You ain't a player hater kid you took her off restriction I make her tell lies and knock the pulp out of fiction Kid you know I'm game tight, when you hit it tonight I hope she screams my name right This word is born kid, you know why? I'm goin' from Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good Check it. |
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