Lil Wayne — HollyWeezy

[Intro] Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood Uhh [Chorus] Hollygrove, Hollywood, Hollygrove, Hollywood Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood [Verse 1] Find out where your parents stay Tell my goons to go straight to your momma room What's in your pockets? What's in your pocketbook? We think the Bible's a comic book Bitch this Hollygrove, too far from Hollywood Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood I got cocaine that's so good, need a name? Call it "Milk" Because milk does the body good I got this heat on my waist So somebody better monitor the thermometer I just eat pussy and pussy-ass niggas all day And I ain't even kinda full [Chorus] Hollygrove, Hollywood, Hollygrove, Hollywood Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood [Verse 2] Woo! I went from Bourbon to Beverly Hills Show me your tits I'll show you my weapon and grill and heaven is real I get an actress into my bedroom She lay down and say, "Let's make a film" I be like, "Action," I hold her head down by her neck This how breathtaking feel Family first, you'll get your family killed, that's if you squeal Pop-pop, close range, hold that gun Like the photographer hold the camera still Bad bitch riding my dick She swerve 'cause another bitch grabbing the wheel I ask 'em to chill, they both look at me, say "Shut up" I say "My lips are sealed..." Oooh! I come from Hollygrove, I done went Hollywood I was a match made in Heaven When Hell was a pile of wood I run through Hell with gasoline drawers on Stop, tell the Devil that God is good Entrepreneur in a Bentley droptop Azure Vagina connoisseur out the hood I come from Hollygrove, every day Halloween We shoot your block up and just say we shot a scene This is a robbery, I let the chopper squeeze Turn you to cottage cheese Been on my beast since I was wearing Wallabees Where paparazzi? I need my privacy Fuck your photography, I react violently Make sure your camera get my good side of me, Lord! I come from Hollygrove Hollywood should make a movie 'bout Hollygrove Woo! Whoever play me Should get a Oscar and a Golden Globe This ain’t no movie, this is real shit I don’t need a script 'cause I know my role My Hollywood bitch just overdosed All she could snort, more coke than Pinocchio I come from the streets But got "superstar" written all over my face That's why these hoes in my face I come from Hollygrove I moved to Hollywood just to Californicate Bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop I ain't finished shooting, tell 'em don't check the gate [Chorus] Hollygrove, Hollywood, Hollygrove, Hollywood Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood Hollygrove, Hollywood, Hollygrove, Hollywood Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood Fall asleep to the gunshots Wake up and smell the embalming fluid I come from Hollygrove, my bitch from Hollywood When I fuck her she say "Hallelujah!" Hollygrove too far from Hollywood Ohh, but I done went Hollywood [Verse 3] Hollygrove, Hollywood, Hollygrove, Hollywood Hollygrove ain't far from H-Town We used to drive back and forth with the work praying "Lord please don’t let this car break down" Hahahaha H-Town! Lord, I done went from Hollygrove to H-Town Hollygrove to Houston Got a bad 5th Ward bitch that be boostin' Sometimes she doze off, that’s the lean, I excuse it She said "If it ain't ch-chopped and screwed, it ain't music" She say I never take her out, we went to eat at Houston's Sometimes I doze off, that's the lean, I'm just snoozin' I still got Actavis, nigga, that's exclusive Kill you for a pint, that's a PT Cruiser I see way too many hoes in my future I'm gon' nail all them hoes, I'm Freddy Krueger Grew up on Bun B, Pimp C was my tutor Pimp Squad for life, had to do this for Houston Hollygrove ain't far from H-town We used to drive back and forth with the work Praying the car don’t break down Ohhh, Hollygrove ain’t far from H-town We used to drive back and forth With, codeine, cocaine, the pills, and pounds Yeah, and we got back home safe and sound If you got pulled over you don't give police no names Or get killed and never found Word, but I kept some money to bail out Momma used to say if I ever get caught They gon' put me under the jailhouse Damn, I'm too Hollygrove to go Hollywood One to the chest with this chopper Leave you with just arms and a head like a octopus I got this chopper protecting my livelihood I'm so good, I'm so straight, I'm secure [Chorus] Hollygrove, Hollywood, Hollygrove Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood [Outro] Cut