G.O.M.D

Hollywood Cole

Go

Ayy, Hollywood, ayy, Hollywood Cole

Go

That nigga done went Hollywood

You wanna know just where I'm at?

Well, let me tell you 'bout it

I put my city on the map

But let me tell you 'bout it

They tryna say I can't come back

Ayy, let me tell you 'bout it

Man, f- them n-, I come back

Ayy, let me tell you 'bout it

I wanna tell you 'bout it

Heads up, e'rybody run

Cole outside and he say he got a gun

N- like, "Man, that's what e'rybody said"

Go and pop the trunk and e'rybody dead

E'rybody scared of the n-, aware that the n- is better

All my b- the pick of the litter, never bitter

N- is fake, they anime

Me, I never hate, get cake like Anna Mae, woah

Eat the cake-cake, eat the damn cake

F- good, n-, we demand great

Order Domino then she take off all her cloth'

You-you know how it goes, make the pizza man wait (hol' up! Hol' up! Hol' up!)

The best kept secret

Even Hov tried to keep it then I leaked the damn tape, uh

Rest in peace any n- want beef

Secret service couldn't keep the man safe

I said to the window, to the wall (to the wall)

My n- ride when I call (I call)

Got b- all on my mind (my mind)

F- n- blocking my shine (my shine)

I know the reason you feel a way

I know just who you wan' be

So every day I thank the Man upstairs

That I ain't you and you ain't me

Get off my d-

Woah (get the f- off my d-)

Get off my d-, woah

Woah (get the f- off my d-)

Get off my d-

Woah (get the f- off my d-)

Get off my d-

Woah

Man, f- them n-, I come home and I don't tell nobody

They gettin' temporary dough and I don't tell nobody

Lord, will you tell me if I changed? I won't tell nobody

I wanna go back to Jermaine, and I won't tell nobody

This is the part that the thugs skip

Young never-never had love, you know, foot massage, back rub-rub

Blowing bubbles in the bathtub-tub

That is until I met you

Together we done watch years go by

Seen a river of your tears go by

Got me thinkin' bout some kids, still I

Tell them h- come through

(The break up)

Get to know somebedy and you really learn a lot about 'em

Won't be long 'fore you start to doubt 'em

Tell yourself you're better off without 'em

Then in time you will find can't walk without 'em

Can't talk without 'em, can't breathe without 'em

Came here together, you can't leave without 'em

So you walk back in, make a scene about 'em

On your Amerie, it's just 1 Thing about 'em, it's called love

Do-don't sing about it no more

Don't nobody sing about it no more (no more)

No more

It's called love

Do-don't sing about it no more

Don't nobody sing about it no more

(Don't sing about this sh-)

But e'ry n- in the club singing

To the window, to the wall (to the wall)

My n- ride when I call (I call)

Got b- all on my mind (my mind)

F- n- blocking my shine (my shine)

I know the reason you feel a way

I know just who you wan' be

So every day I thank the Man upstairs

That I ain't you and you ain't me

Get off my d-

But every n- in the club singing

Singing this song, yeah

Got all the b- in the club singing

Singing this song, yeah

And all they mamas let their kids sing it

Sing this song, yeah

The baby mamas and the mistresses

This song, yeah, song, yeah

Song, yeah, song-song, yeah

(The make up)

This sh- is retarded

Why every rich Black-Black gotta be famous?

Why every broke Black-Black gotta be brainless?

That's a stereotype

Driven by some people up in Ariel Heights

Here's a scenario

Young Cole pockets is fat like Lil Terrio

Dreamville, give us a year, we'll be on every show

Yeah, f- n-, I'm very sure (hah)

F- the rest I'm the best n- out

When I'm back home, I'm the best in the South

When I'm in L.A., I'm the best in the West

You can test, you can test, I'ma stretch n- out

Ooh, I'ma stretch n- out

That go for all y'all if I left n- out

For-for e'rybody on my testicle

Please make sure you put the rest in your mouth