Dirt Nasty - True Hollywood Story lyrics

Spoken: Hollywood, Calfornia City of smoke and mirrors... and bullsh** City will chew you up man. Chorus: True Hollywood Story. Paparazzi all up in this b**h. True Hollywood Story. TMZ on the f**in' scene. True Hollywood Story. Man, everyone out here is full of sh**. True Hollywood Story. Never got his star on the boulevard. Verse 1: Everybody love Raymond but no one love me. I'm a washed up VJ roamin the streets. I'm holdin' my meat cause ain't no hoes ever recognizin' me. I'm finished. Popeye without the spinach Career over, it's rediculous I wish I had a fine lady but I can't afford a Merce-a-dees. I ain't got a job Been dressed for less Shop at *?????* My agent don't call me back, ever Since I been smokin' crack. Dag nab it. I reinvented myself as Dirt Nasty Cause I'm the worst at actin'. Try rappin', let's see what happens baby. Chorus: True Hollywood Story. Another washed up kid on the Sunset Strip. True Hollywood Story. Never got his star on the boulevard. True Hollywood Story. Another washed up kid on the Sunset Strip. True Hollywood Story. Never got his star on the boulevard. Verse 2: I get dissed at the club. I'm so D-List. No more f**in' love. My future used to look bright. Now it look like sh** with speed in the pipe. I sold my Viper for weed money and a f**in' lighter. I used to wake up with hotties Nowadays, I wake up with zombies. Anthony Michael Hall, Kirk Cameron, I need to talk to y'all. I walk to the mall in a Scary Movie shirt. My co*k, my balls. Borrow money from my mother cause my career is in the f**in' gutter. I'm just another True Hollywood Story, motherf**er. Chorus: True Hollywood Story. Another washed up kid on the Sunset Strip. True Hollywood Story. Never got his star on the boulevard. True Hollywood Story. Another washed up kid on the Sunset Strip. True Hollywood Story. Never got his star on the boulevard. Verse: Put a bullet in my head But this ain't no bullsh** movie set. My life's a mess. can't afford good sh- gotta smoke the stress. I hit rock bottom Tabasco sauce in my Top Ramen. Game over, partner. My life's over, like La Bamba. Chorus: True Hollywood Story. Another washed up kid on the Sunset Strip. True Hollywood Story. Never got his star on the boulevard. True Hollywood Story. Another washed up kid on the Sunset Strip. True Hollywood Story. Never got his star on the boulevard.