hollywood feat shoreline mafia

Yg

Smokin , drinkin , fuckin
And the opps, they ain t on nothin
Got it on me when I m in the function
Nigga starin too hard and I m bussin
Got a switch on this blick, you can t duck this
And the clip too big, I can t tuck shit
This some West Coast shit, you can t fuck wit
South Central all the way to Sunset

From Bompton all the way to Sunset
I ain t bummin if I can t get the gun in
If I m bummin , then you know I bring the Bloods in
Blood in, blood out, bitch, we thuggin
Throwin up gang signs
On that fuck the opps shit so much
They try to hit me with a hate crime
Chances, I ma take mines
Good pussy gotta fly across state lines
Yeah, got your lady spoiled
Hundred bottles at the crib, no baby oil
Yeah, got your lady spoiled
Hundred bottles at the crib, no baby oil

Smokin , drinkin , fuckin
And the opps, they ain t on nothin
Got it on me when I m in the function
Nigga starin too hard and I m bussin
Got a switch on this blick, you can t duck this
And the clip too big, I can t tuck shit
This some West Coast shit, you can t fuck wit
South Central all the way to Sunset

From Hollywood all the way to Bompton
Think about Nip when I m on Slauson
Selling hoes on Fig like an auction
When you approach me, do it with some caution
I just turned Coachella into Hochella
And I got it on me, I m a known felon
Catch a case, take a charge, I don t do no tellin
Don t do no arguin , don t do no yellin
Anytime that I perform, I got a blick on the stage
You can tell I m cuttin up
Startin to look like Johnny Cage
Sell good cocaine on my burst free range
Bitch, I came from the trenches
Shoot outs and runnin fades

Smokin , drinkin , fuckin
And the opps, they ain t on nothin
Got it on me when I m in the function
Nigga starin too hard and I m bussin
Got a switch on this blick, you can t duck this
And the clip too big, I can t tuck shit
This some West Coast shit, you can t fuck wit
South Central all the way to Sunset

This that West Coast shit you can t fuck with
I got her suckin on my dick, she got the duck lips
Freaky ass bitch, wanna fuck me with no condom
Wipe a nigga nose, if we spot em then we on him, bitch
You see the boogers on the face like I m sick
You try to turn her to her wife
But she out here doin dicks
She showin out, she doing tricks
I bend her over, then she put me on the floor
And did the splits
I love the way she make it grip
I might let you give me head, baby
But don t kiss me on my lips
We got one, two, three, four blickies in the VIP
Let a nigga try to trip, we throwin bullets in this bitch

Let a nigga trip, he gon get a facelift
That forty Glock got him doin the Matrix
All the pretty hoes gon play this
Joey Bada$$ gon hate this

Smokin , drinkin , fuckin
And the opps, they ain t on nothin
Got it on me when I m in the function
Nigga starin too hard and I m bussin
Got a switch on this blick, you can t duck this
And the clip too big, I can t tuck shit
This some West Coast shit, you can t fuck wit
South Central all the way to Sunset