Hollywood in the house
Los Angeles, stand up

I was having dreams, laid out on the futon
Knocks on my momma’s crib, they came through Sutton
I couldn’t save my life even if I had a coupon
Four years later, now I’m back with my jewels on
Yeah, I’m Mr. Hollywood, ain’t talking lights, camera
Money grow on fucking trees, yeah, I’m talking marijuana
I’m talking pistol hammer, ain’t talking Trudy Zammer
I ain’t talking baking soda, but I got that Arm and Hammer
Yeah, I got a head game, she be playing head games
Fucking with a real pimp, dunking on your hater legs
Sipping on the Haterade, get yourself a Minute Maid
Making moves, getting praised, switching lanes, interstate
Laker game, Staples center, sitting text to O Jack
Nothing but the fucking Truth putting on a cold act
Riding through the boulevard, all clear, no tip
And I got my stripes on like Jay and his girlfriend

Here in LA, here in LA
All of our dreams come true, there’s a reason
But we’re here in LA, we’re here in LA
So if you see me, don’t be scared to greet me
Up here in LA, in LA

Hi, I’m the Truth, rapper slash hustler
See the Benz parked, blame it on the customer
Ain’t talking safe sex, homie, but I stay strapped
Yes, I’m the Chrysler, I don’t come with gift wrap
I still come from Hollywood, from my Mexicanos
Right there by the fence, right around McDonald’s
Keys ain’t a problem, I push it like Alicia
Break it all down, then charge it like a Visa
Walking through Griffith Park, sipping on the Kool-Aid
Yeah, I got a PS3, you could blame the Blu-Ray
Yeah, I love the Dodgers, love them like the Vatos
Not a fan of Roscoe’s ‘cause I don’t really fall for waffles
At least once a week, I gotta have my tacos
First rap I ever got, I snatched it up from Carlos
Twenty-twenty vision, yeah, it’s hard to be me
‘Cause all that’s on my face, you don’t see what I see

Here in LA, here in LA
All of our dreams come true, there’s a reason
But we’re here in LA, we’re here in LA
So if you see me, don’t be scared to greet me
Up here in LA, in LA

In the city of dreams where people come and people go
It’s the city of fiends with people running for that blow
This city just needs a little love, a little hope
And I ain’t talking snorting a little bit of coke
Or toking on that dope, running from the po-po
Oh no, been there and done that, so yo
Here’s a story that I’d like you to know
About my life and those I once rolled with
We used to go sip Alize with no mix
Drink, catch a couple girls with some lip rings
And then joke about how we hit these
And laugh and talk about how her shit stinks
Or how she ripped three queefs
And when I bent her over, she would scream
Though that’s a big thing
Oh shit, it’s a he, it’s a she
Here in LA, it’s all the same to me

Here in LA, here in LA
All of our dreams come true, there’s a reason
But we’re here in LA, we’re here in LA
So if you see me, don’t be scared to greet me
Up here in LA, in LA

Goddamn, it feels good to be back
You’ve been so good to us
Here in LA, here in LA

Palm trees, fast cars, gangsters and hustlers
Only places you can find us at is…

Here in LA, here in LA
All of our dreams come true, there’s a reason
But we’re here in LA, we’re here in LA
So if you see me, don’t be scared to greet me
Up here in LA, in LA




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