Take us take over.
where the
let's get this in
I'm just gonna end up doing the same thing.
Flapping and gapping through Hollywood,
motherfucker,
Hollywood.
Trade gang with some true niggas,
gangster type bar bitches.
I see ghetto soldiers everywhere I go.
From Fifth Ward,
Houston,
Texas to the next ghetto.
Young player and OGs,
hustlers and crack smugglers.
We keep it real and they be loving us.
That's what I call a ghetto star.
In the ghetto it's the screen set.
What you need, player, you can get.
* game for sale everywhere up in that fast lane.
Fast women dropping tricks,
throw some fast chains.
I keep my gang up the par.
Hollywood, that is.
Money, trees, and ghetto stars.
Won't you take us where you've never been before?
Where gangsters and ballers take over the show.
Where bitches and hoes hang around where the money go.
Where the hustling is never slow.
Won't you take us where you've never been before?
Where gangsters and ballers take over the show.
Where bang lovers hang around for mangotas.
Bitches and hoes hang around where the money go
But the hustling is never slow
But won't you,
won't you take the stroll where you've never been before
Gangsters and bowlers take over
Bitches and hoes hang around,
running,
running,
oh
But the hustling is never slow
I'm early,
early in the morning in a place with gang
Ballers trucking up,
they sitting steady,
rolling in skanks
Ragging,
ragging on their banks and all the hoes they *
Papers,
papers,
ten years and still peeing,
uh,
uh
And hustle,
hustle,
no struggle in my Hollywood I see blacks buying villains and their's
Hoodies,
hoodies,
pimps,
pimps up in Morphins rolling clean ass licks
Moneymakers,
New York,
New York,
capping,
shoot,
shoot
Niggas, niggas out in LA and they six-fo'ed down
Players do that same * when we flip that And nothing,
nothing new up under the sun,
I've seen it before
Hollywood's a motherfuckin' city,
city,
city,
city,
city
Yeah,
so I forgot love for my hood and my legit's to the OG's,
you know what's up,
girl
97 and the same damn thing in my hood,
still real Obama's fresh,
putting buses on their back,
girl
Gangsters and ballers take over the show Where the
gangsters and hoes hang around where the money go
Where the hustling is never slow,
uh-huh Where gangsters and ballers take over the show
Where the gangsters and hoes hang around where the money go
Where the hustling is never slow, uh-huh
Living the same life as you,
you choose your cho' A gang of bitches
looking different but them same hoes
Looking so good in my Hollywood,
best believe I had to struggle first,
bitch,
it's real,
man,
this * gets worse
I tried to ball till I fall,
had my pockets on my last call Mama beg me to come back home,
mama,
I was too * up
Ball till I fall,
had my pockets on my last call Mama beg me to come back home,
mama,
I was too * up
In the game, heavenly,
I pushed this chair,
bitch,
short,
bitch,
and * what them niggas said
Sold all my * and bought a home key,
best believe I came up on my motherfuckin' feet
And on your streets is kung fu like
mine And we gon' make the same diamond,
we gon'
do the same time That's why this real * was happening,
nah Nip the game and kill the lames,
it's all the
same Let's back up off your kid,
man,
I know your
hood gon' kill them cowards Even if the dill go sour
Had a partner that died the last hour So
won't you take a stroll where them gangsters
and ballers go In my Hollywood, nigga
Take a stroll where you've never been before,
when gangsters and ballers take over the show
Where bitches and hoes hang around,
where the money go
Where the hustlin' is never slow, no, no
So won't you take a stroll where you've never been before
It's all good in my holidays Where gangsters and loners take over the
show It's all
good in my holidays
Where the hustlers never slow down It's all good in my holidays
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