HOLLYWOOD Lyrics – YG

Smoking, drinking, fu*king
And the opps, they ain’t on nothing
Got it on me when I’m in the function
N!gga staring too hard and I’m bussing
Got a switch on this blick, you can’t duck this
And the clip too big, I can’t tuck s*it
This some West Coast s*it, you can’t fu*k wit’
South Central all the way to Sunset

From Bompton all the way to Sunset
I ain’t bumming if I can’t get the gun in
If I’m bumming, then you know I bring the Bloods in

Blood in, blood out, b!tch, we thugging
Throwing up gang signs
On that fu*k the opps s*it so much, they try to hit me with a hate crime
Chances, I’ma take mines
Good pu*sy gotta fly across state lines
Yeah, got your lady spoiled
Hundred bottles at the crib, no baby oil
Yeah, got your lady spoiled
Hundred bottles at the crib, no baby oil

Smoking, drinking, fu*king
And the opps, they ain’t on nothing
Got it on me when I’m in the function
N!gga staring too hard and I’m bussing
Got a switch on this blick, you can’t duck this
And the clip too big, I can’t tuck s*it
This some West Coast s*it, you can’t fu*k wit’
South Central all the way to Sunset

From Hollywood all the way to Bompton
Think about Nip when I’m on Slauson
Selling hoes 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 telling
Don’t do no arguing, don’t do no yelling
Anytime that I perform, I got a blick on the stage
You can tell I’m cutting up, starting to look like Johnny Cage
Sell good coc*ine on my burst free range
B!tch, I came from the trenches, shoot outs and running fades

Smoking, drinking, fu*king
And the opps, they ain’t on nothing
Got it on me when I’m in the function
N!gga staring too hard and I’m bussing
Got a switch on this blick, you can’t duck this
And the clip too big, I can’t tuck s*it
This some West Coast s*it, you can’t fu*k wit’
South Central all the way to Sunset

This that West Coast s*it you can’t fu*k with
I got her sucking on my d!ck, she got the duck lips
Freaky ass b!tch, wanna fu*k me with no condom
Wipe a n!gga nose, if we spot ’em then we on him, b!tch
You see the boogers on the face like I’m sick
You try to turn her to her wife, but she out here doing d!cks
She showing out, she doing tricks
I bend her over, then she put me on the floor and did the splits
I love the way she make it grip
I might let you give me head, baby, but don’t kiss me on my lips
We got one, two, three, four blickies in the VIP
Let a n!gga try to trip, we throwing bullets in this b!tch

Let a n!gga trip, he gon’ get a facelift
That forty Glock got him doing the Matrix
All the pretty hoes gon’ play this
Joey Bada$$ gon’ hate this

Smoking, drinking, fu*king
And the opps, they ain’t on nothing
Got it on me when I’m in the function
N!gga staring too hard and I’m bussing
Got a switch on this blick, you can’t duck this
And the clip too big, I can’t tuck s*it
This some West Coast s*it, you can’t fu*k wit’
South Central all the way to Sunset