Hollywood

[Hook] Whenever there's a camera on, here comes sposefal from me you You love to act like movies and ain't never been to acting school Whenever you can make a scene, don't nobody think that you're the stupid More Hollywood than TV You're so Hollywood [Verse 1: ] My mother used to say be the bigger man, attourney of the keeper What I learned is you get hit again Faith has almost turned me to a bitter man But I ain't a loser, I'm a winner and it's time for me to stand up and deliver ran in en Topping in the trenches with, come to mention it Many came to help me out the trenches so I spit messages belligerent until they get it Cut my frost, am I rendered under my Yankee fitty Bishop told me if I want it but I come on with it now Cali, Troit, set it up, whip it down, light it up Blow it out when you hear my fuckin' sound Now everybody wanna be my fuckin pal Cause they think when I'm with Bishop and Dre we willing out Now that I speak with him the block on it And I'm no longer behind the scenes so I'll be fuckin faithful This is where you need to get off my head [Hook] [Verse 2: Bishop Lamont ] Mr. Deville, they ready for they closeup Niggas ain't clear, it's revealed when you're close up Marilyn Monroe, they got pussies throw their skirt up I'm J Edgar Hoover, I'll remove you the same way FBI maneuver, put a book marking You're book smart, from the book depository top flow Bite the bullet, James Fowles from the grassy note Magic bullet, got losser than the lock and load I don't fucks with tizzle town If you ain't south of the 1-05 then nigga you ain't gon see me round You probly up on sunset with the glittery belt buckle Arched eyebrows tryna swash buckle Flame on, these rappers is bitches Get caught in pictures and swear their mob kisses Never seen a fiendin guy fought and look like that This fool can't be Lamont, hit a gay bass rap [Hook] [Verse 3:] Yea may I live in the life it ain't about that crack In the keister tuck, thirsty for the bounce back Goonies on the building with some rudy when the chinese come Pull early smoking, niggas poking out Tommyguns Slum with your belly out, ya'll niggas barely out Probly stay in front row, cupcakes ghetto style Pump fake¸ the modus operandi of this segment It's bodybag at members loose on set You niggas mob on hard, garbed and avantguard To be a star hit the scene but really seem like march Your shit is too dramatic, and ya'll ain't speakin I'm a truly modest Like the blocks where the shooters, let medulas have it It's no Manson mooses, just goons and ratchets Who really live like these tune from rappers It's like the wrong but 20's again recallings that fly But smoking mirrors is the case that the foolies get trapped in [Hook]