Deuce - Hollyhood Vacation Lyrics
Yeah, 9 lives[Truth]California, Hollyhood got the liquor feelin' goodCali bud light it upGet your money that's what's upYa that’s me from the streets in the car with my heatWhat you need?V-I who, V-I what, you with me[Deuce Chorus: x2]Shsh shake it to the front shsh shake it to the backNow turn it all around show me how you shake that assI'm in the club gettin' buzzed, ya I'm fadedAnd baby momma if you want it we can make it[Truth]Just close your eyes completely shutOpen your eyes and face The TruthMarinate facts observe the sceneGML respect the rootsMoney, money I get it, get itHustle hard no lookin’ backShake them haters that’s for realMake some moves and watch me stackI'm hood baby can't you tellHollywood ***** GlendaleOh well I went to jailGuess what, Deuce got bail9 lives off my chainI'm cool cool, so insaneMona Lisa, perfect pictureGot beef my pistol get youChuck Taylors, white T's, low riders, man pleaseBack up off me you *****in’ chumpTurn this up and let it bumpRuthless cats on my teamNightmare, I'm in your dreamYou're the crop I'm the creamI'm the hustler you're the fiendBack it up, shake that assMe and Deuce no need to askHe gone crazy lost his maskI gone crazy and got his backLights on, lights offIt's about to spark offFlow is so heavy it'll knock your socks off[Deuce Chorus: x2]Shsh shake it to the front shsh shake it to the backNow turn it all around show me how you shake that assI'm in the club gettin' buzzed, ya I'm fadedAnd baby momma if you want it we can make it[Deuce]This shit's so easyYou see me, you can't believe that it's meOh my God, he's in all my dreamsOh my God, you know how to singOh my God, it's you is this real?Ya you see me sittin’ and drinkin'You see me sittin', I'm thinkin’ she thinks I'm easyBelieve me when she comes home there’s no teasin'And there’s no speakin’, ya feel me?She wants to ***** with no rubber and she go think I'ma love her***** better stay in the covers ‘cuz we ain’t gotta be loversJust take your pants off and cuddleDon’t call your man cuz it's trouble,If he comes back I'ma shovel a hole so deep in my yardI'll let him sleep with the sharks, fishesSo don’t be alarmed when I take the keys to your carWa we ain’t gotta be buddies or hug inside of no clubWe ain't gotta make nothin public, so ***** it'Cuz next week I'll be havin’ models and bottles inside my one room apartmentThat's when this shit gets retardedAnd *****es start seein’ doubles of me and wake up in trouble with me'She's only 17 man!'That's when they call the police[Deuce Chorus: x2]Shsh shake it to the front shsh shake it to the backNow turn it all around show me how you shake that assI'm in the club gettin' buzzed, ya I'm fadedAnd baby momma if you want it we can make it[Truth]Oohhhh, I'm back, The Truth, that's thatI'ma star like Terry O, short bus retarded flowWant the money plus the fame, run rap mandoI’m fast, faster than a honey mustard lambo movin' through an open roadWorldwide, around the globeWhat’s the streets without the code?Escobar without the blowJiberjaber yip yapCompetition where you at?All you suckers I don’t slackGot a problem, do the math[Deuce Chorus]Shsh shake it to the front shsh shake it to the backNow turn it all around show me how you shake that assI'm in the club gettin' buzzed, ya I'm fadedAnd baby momma if you want it we can make it
