Hollywood Pimpin - Baby Beesh, Chingo Bling, Lucky Luciano

Yeah

We still broadcastin'

Live in Playamade Mexicans that be all up on your

T.V. and your magazines and your CD deck

But we still ain’t finished

I done been around the country

Hollin' «What it do»

When I saw the Hollywood sign, I chunked up the deuce

This ain’t no make-believe-stuff ones we rappin' 'bout

We the ones that be livin' it, that boy Lucky happy, now

It happened so fast (Fast)

I didn’t see it comin' (Comin')

Now I think about it, I ain’t worried 'bout no money

I did that (Ah)

Came up and ain’t fallin'

I been had hoes, but with fame, I’m a monster

Players get chose, you knew it all along

Quick up until she got to choose these shoes on

She lookin' for a thug

Asking for a player

Wanna let his nuts hang, never actin' like a square

Every night, I got a show, that’s a steady income

Plus these boys want me featured on their album

So I’m gettin' paid

Bet ya I’m a stack more

Money, women and respect, what else could I ask for

Who’s on the stands, goin' to Hollywood

He’s bustin' into Hollywood

Showin' the ways, move into Hollywood

He’s hoppin' into Hollywood

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It was night time

When I first crossed the border

Now I’m interviewed by the pool, with a fresh reporter

She wrote up a story, then we chilled for a while

Now why you wear a cowboy hat?

Where you get your style

She got the wrong idea once you saw my pimp cup

To stress dollar breezy, take it easy, hold up

Then you got girls that trip

Like I ain’t never of y’all

Then he turned to H-110

In a Murder Dog

My momma cried when she saw me on that Mun2

She said, «Mijo, beware

Of jealous putos»

They got my face airbrushed, but I ain’t dead or jail

I done made a mil, off tamale sales

My everyday life, like a P. Diddy video

T.V., radio, chilling with Arsenio

We made it big, little mama, we out the hood

Now pack ya fucking bags, we going to Hollywood

Repeat Chorus

The almighty H-Town

The Bay Area and back down

I put the smackdown, Cadillac mack down

With a navigation system, Elroy tank track down

They say, «Bash, how the hell you gon' act now»

I put the crack down, started slangin' pop cola

And every now and then, it’s nothin'

We rock soda

Bomb boda

Puss at a player price

And like my uncle Ike Turner

I’m nothin' nice

All on the beezy

My model

For the (???)

I keep it stable, thick, what

Countin' every penny

Hook:

Niggas better quit claimin' pimpin'

When they just fuckin' the biotch

Player, you ain’t never lie

Repeat Hook

Hotel, motel, bitches better go tell

They hubbies ain’t comin home, til they bringin' more mail

Repeat Chorus Four Times

Hollywood pimpin'

What’s goin' down, baby

We on our way

Know what I’m sayin'

It’s all over, now

We them Playamade Mexicans

We sittin' up, baby