Spadez, Tha Vill - Hollywood lyrics

See, I don't know what you've been told
But, it's about my time to go (go)
Blast off into outer space  (hey)
Welcome to Hollywood (Hollywood)
See, I don't know what you've been told
But, it's about my time to go (go)
Blast off into outer space (hey)
Welcome to Hollywood (Hollywood)

You see, I don't know what to do
I just wanna be famous (famous)
Change the game, change my name
Rock fly whips and gaudy chains
Hot chicks by the pair, whisperin' in my ear
"We don't have on underwear"
Blank stares when I bare, who cares
Being flirted on by hot chicks isn't rare
I'm a douchebagm you're a tool, he's a fool
I am cool i sorta rule, so awesome
My attitude makes hot chicks nauseas
Step in my office, don't
Touch nothin', matter fact
Go fetch me bran muffins
I'd love that, bring it right back
Now take your ass outside
And wash my Cadillac

See, I don't know what you've been told
But, it's about my time to go (go)
Blast off into outer space (hey)
Welcome to Hollywood (Hollywood)
See, I don't know what you've been told
But, it's about my time to go (go)
Blast off into outer space (hey)
Welcome to Hollywood (Hollywood)

I got a black card, yeah I got a black card
I pull the race card just to get a damn job
(just to keep a damn job)
Got a little daughter outta Pampers
So I gotta get
It like last call in the dance club (yup)
I'm the best on here
Watchin' y'all drink Patron
I'm chuggin' down beer
Club hoppin', headphone on ears
Bumpin' my team 'cause
I can't fuck with you queers (yeah)
And I promise that I'm so sincere when I
Say "Hi!"p hop's gettin' way too weird
Rap game bringin' a nigga to tears
'cause I'm beatin' on the door
They won't let me in there (oh)
Fuck it, I'ma grow out my
Hair, rock a mohawk
Try to look gay just like y'all
Nah, sike, okay, blast off into outer space

See, I don't know what you've been told
But, it's about my time to go (go)
Blast off into outer space (hey)
Welcome to Hollywood (Hollywood)
See, I don't know what you've been told
But, it's about my time to go (go)
Blast off into outer space (hey)
Welcome to Hollywood (Hollywood)

It's ya boy The Vill and
You know how this goes
Grand slam flow, over your head it goes
Skinny jeans, nah, mohawks, nah
But, if that's what you feelin'
Go ahead and do y'all
Flow so outer space sometimes I
Feel out of place mr fiber Optics
Spit that real shit toy our face
Lyrical orgasm, don't know, ask him
Have your girl on me like
I'm rockin' new fashion
Ten million rappers trapped in a hole
Saying that y'all the hottest
That y'all got flows
Platinum chains, cribs and cars, these days
Everybody must be Hollywood stars
And if I didn't know no better
Let the radio tell it
Wouldn't think it was no better
So I guess I'm a alien
Time to blast off into outer space again

I don't know what you've been told
But, it's about my time to go (go)
Blast off into outer space (hey)
Welcome to Hollywood (Hollywood)
See, I don't know what you've been told
But, it's about my time to go (go)
Blast off into outer space (hey)
Welcome to Hollywood (Hollywood)