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Hollywood Graves

They've taken shovels to the underground, Because we've buried the bravest sounds. And there has to be a better way, to let these graves see the light

never win with a back to a grave You got it all wrong I can say you were lost When you walked into the room, such an old cliche Hollywood's full of

mo' murda from creep to the grave Im strapped with the Nina thats neva' gon' change you know what I mean I go out with a bang fresh out the hood doin everyday thang them hollywood

deal I'll lift a couple of Dr. Dre's reels tell 'em to Snoop and No Limit Soldiers Just so I can see how paid feels hazy shade of decade Hookers with grave

interrumpa pero me tiene mal y no es mi culpa Na (coro) Directamente desde el ano 3000 El princi Im sorry for you the braing El mueca Eco The lab Don hollywood Don hollywood

you don't want me 'Cause I'm a wanted man A wanted man who's lost his will to live A wanted man who won't lay down There's a woman kneelin' in on my grave

palm trees and pretty bitches out in Cali kid I touched the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks Have some supermodel bitches come and suck on my dick My mom turn in her grave

, I'll flex, I'll bring the sawed Three buck shots in your vest I'm making motherfuckers feel what I feel This shit is real, motherfuckers who miss Consider them graves

the projects with stress in my hands A bad young man from the Lefrack lands They say I got an attitude, that's rude Because I walked over Elvis' grave