HOLLYWOOD

Yeah (ay)

(Damn James) 400

Ay, ay-ay-ay (smokin', drinkin', fuckin')

Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign

Smokin', drinkin', fuckin'

And the opps, they ain't on nothin'

Got it on me when I'm in the function

Nigga starin' too hard and I'm bussin'

Got a switch on this blick, you can't duck this

And the clip too big, I can't tuck shit

This some West Coast shit you can't fuck wit'

South Central, all the way to Sunset (uh)

From Bompton all the way to Sunset

I ain't bomin' if I can't bring the gun in

If I'm bomin' then you know I bring some Bloods in

Blood in, blood out, bitch, we thuggin

Throwin' up gang signs

On that fuck the opps shit so much, they try to hit me with a hate crime

Chances, I'ma take mines

Good pussy, gotta fly across state lines

Yeah, got your lady spoiled

Hunnid bottles at the crib, no baby oil

Yeah, got your lady spoiled

Hunnid bottles at the crib, no baby oil

Smokin', drinkin', fuckin'

And the opps, they ain't on nothin'

Got it on me when I'm in the function

Nigga starin' too hard and I'm bussin'

Got a switch on this blick, you can't duck this

And the clip too big, I can't tuck shit

This some West Coast shit you can't fuck wit'

South Central, all the way to Sunset

From Hollywood all the way to Bompton

Think about Nip when I'm on Slauson

Sellin' hos on Fig like an auction

When you approach me do it with some caution

I just turned Coachella into Hochella

And I got it on me, I'm a known felon

Catch a case, take a charge, I don't do no tellin'

Don't do no arguin', don't do no yellin'

Anytime that I perform, I got a blick on the stage

You can tell I'm cuttin' up, startin' to look like Johnny Cage

Sell good cocaine on my burst free-range

Bitch, I came from the trenches, shoot-outs and runnin' fades

Smokin', drinkin', fuckin'

And the opps, they ain't on nothin'

Got it on me when I'm in the function

Nigga starin' too hard and I'm bussin'

Got a switch on this blick, you can't duck this

And the clip too big, I can't tuck shit

This some West Coast shit you can't fuck wit'

South Central, all the way to Sunset

This that West Coast shit you can't fuck with

I got her suckin' on my dick, she got the duck lips

Freaky ass bitch, wanna fuck me with no condom (oh-yeah)

Wipe a nigga nose, if we spot 'em then we on him, bitch (yeah, we on 'em)

You see the boogers on the face like I'm sick (like I'm sick)

You try to turn her to her wife, but she out here doin' dicks (doin' dicks)

She showin' out, she doin' tricks (doin' tricks)

I bend her over, then she put me on the floor and did the splits, ay (on my mama)

I love the way she make it grip (ay)

I might let you give me head, baby, but don't kiss me on my lips (ay)

We got one, two, three, four blickies in the VIP (brrt)

Let a nigga try to trip, we throwin' bullets in this bitch (bah)

Let a nigga trip, he gon' get a facelift (facelift)

That 40 Glock got him doin' the Matrix (Matrix)

All the pretty hos gon' play this

Joey Bada$$ gon' hate this

Smokin', drinkin', fuckin'

And the opps, they ain't on nothin'

Got it on me when I'm in the function

Nigga starin' too hard and I'm bussin'

Got a switch on this blick, you can't duck this

And the clip too big, I can't tuck shit

This some West Coast shit you can't fuck wit'

South Central, all the way to Sunset

(Damn James)

Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign