Hollyhood Vacation Lyrics

Feat. Truth

[Deuce]

Yeah!

Nine lives!

[Truth]

California, Hollyhood,

Got the liquor,

Feelin' good

Cali bud,

Light it up

Get your money,

That's what's up

Yeah that's me,

From the streets

In the car,

With my heat

What you need

V-I who,

V-I what,

You with me

[Deuce Chorus x2]

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, yeah 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

Nine 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

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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's so heavy, it'll knock your socks off

Yeah!

[Deuce Chorus x2]

[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

Yeah, 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'

There's no speed, you feel me

She wan't to fuck with no rubber

She gonna think I'm a lover

Bitch better stay in the covers

'Cause we aint gotta be lovers

Just take your pants off and cuddle

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

If he comes back, I'ma 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

And we ain't gotta be buddies

Or hug inside o' 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 bitch start seein' doubles of me

And wake up in trouble with me

'She's only seventeen man! '

That's when they call the police

[Deuce Chorus x2]

[Truth]

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

I'ma star like Terry O, short bus retarded flow

Want the money plus the fame, run rap, mando

I'm faster, 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

Jibberjabber yippy yap

Competition where you at

All you suckers, I don't slack

Got a problem, do the math!

[Deuce Chorus]