Back To Index Wyclef Jean"Hollyhood To Hollywood" (feat. Small World) [Small World] Blame, blame, whose dat with you again? (The ride, the ride) Yes black, where's my jewels at? (Uptown, uptown, uptown, uptown...) [Wyclef Jean] Yo, let's get back to the hardcore right now Underground hip-hop yo (*foreign singing*) This one's a gangsta tune, whassup Fosha? I'ma send this one out to all the refugee gangs around the world Signal, signal, y'all need to chill with the driveby's It was the Fourth of July I heard the cherry bomb bang Stay in the house that's the sound of the gangs, Clef By the time we figured out what happened I was in an ambulance tellin my cousin keep breathing [Chorus: Wyclef Jean] Don't wear your colours here, that cemetery gear I got my gun and nine, killing's my appetite (but that ain't right y'all) DON'T WEAR YOUR COLOURS HERE! That cemetery gear (California, California) I got my gun and nine from Hollywood, to your neck of the hood [Wyclef Jean] True, true, yo Hollywood got a lot of kids twisted Jumpin in and out of limo's thinkin is his ass really gifted The only gift y'all possess is workin with the triple six's Y'all disguise yourself with bandanas and diamond necklaces Mosta y'all can't even go back to the hood where y'all grew up Actin like y'all drink alcohol and all y'all do is throw up Talk about when y'all blow up y'all gonna visit the project floors But the last time they saw y'all was 1984 Now y'all wonder, why they got all hoodies screamin |
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