G.O.M.D

Hollywood Cole Go Ayy, Hollywood, ayy, Hollywood Cole Go That nigga done went Hollywood You wanna know just where I'm at? Well, let me tell you 'bout it I put my city on the map But let me tell you 'bout it They tryna say I can't come back Ayy, let me tell you 'bout it Man, f- them n-, I come back Ayy, let me tell you 'bout it I wanna tell you 'bout it Heads up, e'rybody run Cole outside and he say he got a gun N- like, "Man, that's what e'rybody said" Go and pop the trunk and e'rybody dead E'rybody scared of the n-, aware that the n- is better All my b- the pick of the litter, never bitter N- is fake, they anime Me, I never hate, get cake like Anna Mae, woah Eat the cake-cake, eat the damn cake F- good, n-, we demand great Order Domino then she take off all her cloth' You-you know how it goes, make the pizza man wait (hol' up! Hol' up! Hol' up!) The best kept secret Even Hov tried to keep it then I leaked the damn tape, uh Rest in peace any n- want beef Secret service couldn't keep the man safe I said to the window, to the wall (to the wall) My n- ride when I call (I call) Got b- all on my mind (my mind) F- n- blocking my shine (my shine) I know the reason you feel a way I know just who you wan' be So every day I thank the Man upstairs That I ain't you and you ain't me Get off my d- Woah (get the f- off my d-) Get off my d-, woah Woah (get the f- off my d-) Get off my d- Woah (get the f- off my d-) Get off my d- Woah Man, f- them n-, I come home and I don't tell nobody They gettin' temporary dough and I don't tell nobody Lord, will you tell me if I changed? I won't tell nobody I wanna go back to Jermaine, and I won't tell nobody This is the part that the thugs skip Young never-never had love, you know, foot massage, back rub-rub Blowing bubbles in the bathtub-tub That is until I met you Together we done watch years go by Seen a river of your tears go by Got me thinkin' bout some kids, still I Tell them h- come through (The break up) Get to know somebedy and you really learn a lot about 'em Won't be long 'fore you start to doubt 'em Tell yourself you're better off without 'em Then in time you will find can't walk without 'em Can't talk without 'em, can't breathe without 'em Came here together, you can't leave without 'em So you walk back in, make a scene about 'em On your Amerie, it's just 1 Thing about 'em, it's called love Do-don't sing about it no more Don't nobody sing about it no more (no more) No more It's called love Do-don't sing about it no more Don't nobody sing about it no more (Don't sing about this sh-) But e'ry n- in the club singing To the window, to the wall (to the wall) My n- ride when I call (I call) Got b- all on my mind (my mind) F- n- blocking my shine (my shine) I know the reason you feel a way I know just who you wan' be So every day I thank the Man upstairs That I ain't you and you ain't me Get off my d- But every n- in the club singing Singing this song, yeah Got all the b- in the club singing Singing this song, yeah And all they mamas let their kids sing it Sing this song, yeah The baby mamas and the mistresses This song, yeah, song, yeah Song, yeah, song-song, yeah (The make up) This sh- is retarded Why every rich Black-Black gotta be famous? Why every broke Black-Black gotta be brainless? That's a stereotype Driven by some people up in Ariel Heights Here's a scenario Young Cole pockets is fat like Lil Terrio Dreamville, give us a year, we'll be on every show Yeah, f- n-, I'm very sure (hah) F- the rest I'm the best n- out When I'm back home, I'm the best in the South When I'm in L.A., I'm the best in the West You can test, you can test, I'ma stretch n- out Ooh, I'ma stretch n- out That go for all y'all if I left n- out For-for e'rybody on my testicle Please make sure you put the rest in your mouth