Trackmasters - Hollis to Hollywood lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, you know it be buggin' me out, yknahmsayin in rap How everybody like is usin metaphors and all that It seems like everybody's like a.. like some kind of metaphor freak Some kind of metaphorical freak or somethin' man Yknahmsayin, word up, so, yknowhatI'msayin You know brother's wanna make a movie and all that Yknahmean? So I figured yknowhatI'msayin I'd just make a little movie, witcha chick involved Hehe, y'dig? Check it [Verse 1] If you saw the movie Wall Street I guess you know The way I stack chips and regulate wild dough But ain't no G-Funk and far from my era Tales in the hood your boys'll feel terror MCs contaminating tracks with feces You think I'm p**y until I flip like Species High-tech, yep, my pen got velocity Jumping out the SSL like Virtuosity And never question what I'm doing to your girl She let me dive deep like her panties is Waterworld But are metaphors the only thing in rap? You brothers need to stop with that I'm going from... [Hook] Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good? (See how it sounds? A little unrational) (Broken down to his very last compound) (Repeat x4) [Verse 2] Check it I'll make the speed like I'm Keanu Reeves But too many true lies can make a honey bleed She said, I know you want this, ghetto Pocahontas I got higher learning and banging gets monotonous Her a** was cla**ic, cheeks was Jura**ic Serving her justice, poetic the way I lasted I touch ground real windy with my lyrics Make her talk in tongue and feel the Holy Spirit Hear it, pull it like strings, got mad cash to swing When I do my thing my balls is hairy like The Lion King I'm in the jungle laying down my mack You brothers need to chill with that I'm goin from... [Hook] [Bridge] (Take me away) Uhh, you think I won't boo? (Take me away) Uhh, you think I can't boo? (Repeat x2) It's kinda like miniature satellites floating in closets Spying in pockets Jumping out of a helicopter into a football stadium filled with cotton candy Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! Yknahmean? Worrrrd up! [Verse 3] So your man got a good job loving you so much Boss on his back coming home like, "What the f**?" But you be on his side through the thick and all the thin That's when LL come in Blast her a** like Apollo 13, sugar dipped in cream Popping Dom in every direction, what a scene He can't understand your best friend's plan Running game while you chill with the demolition man Good love, mad fun, tight hugs and flowers I have your girl running off to fake baby showers Better get down for your crown at home I got her standing on the bed, getting closer to the drop zone Some brothers won't appreciate that Ain't it scary when you meet a real mack? Let's run it back See the flavor's in my lifestyle, chill don't even lie to me Balls are lethal weapons, dick a menace to society You ain't a player hater kid you took her off restriction I make her tell lies and knock the pulp out of fiction Kid you know I'm game tight When you hit it tonight I hope she scream my name right That's word is bond kid.. you know why? I'm goin from... [Hook]