Focus... - Hollywood lyrics

[Hook] Whenever there's a camera on, here comes sposefal from me you You love to act like movies and ain't never been to acting school Whenever you can make a scene, don't nobody think that you're the stupid More Hollywood than TV You're so Hollywood [Verse 1: ] My mother used to say be the bigger man, attourney of the keeper What I learned is you get hit again Faith has almost turned me to a bitter man But I ain't a loser, I'm a winner and it's time for me to stand up and deliver ran in en Topping in the trenches with, come to mention it Many came to help me out the trenches so I spit messages belligerent until they get it Cut my frost, am I rendered under my Yankee fitty Bishop told me if I want it but I come on with it now Cali, Troit, set it up, whip it down, light it up Blow it out when you hear my f**in' sound Now everybody wanna be my f**in pal Cause they think when I'm with Bishop and Dre we willing out Now that I speak with him the block on it And I'm no longer behind the scenes so I'll be f**in faithful This is where you need to get off my head [Hook] [Verse 2: Bishop Lamont ] Mr. Deville, they ready for they closeup n***as ain't clear, it's revealed when you're close up Marilyn Monroe, they got pussies throw their skirt up I'm J Edgar Hoover, I'll remove you the same way FBI maneuver, put a book marking You're book smart, from the book depository top flow Bite the bullet, James Fowles from the gra**y note Magic bullet, got losser than the lock and load I don't f**s with tizzle town If you ain't south of the 1-05 then n***a you ain't gon see me round You probly up on sunset with the glittery belt buckle Arched eyebrows tryna swash buckle Flame on, these rappers is b**hes Get caught in pictures and swear their mob kisses Never seen a fiendin guy fought and look like that This fool can't be Lamont, hit a gay ba** rap [Hook] [Verse 3:] Yea may I live in the life it ain't about that crack In the keister tuck, thirsty for the bounce back Goonies on the building with some rudy when the chinese come Pull early smoking, n***as poking out Tommyguns Slum with your belly out, ya'll n***as barely out Probly stay in front row, cupcakes ghetto style Pump fake¸ the modus operandi of this segment It's bodybag at members loose on set You n***as mob on hard, garbed and avantguard To be a star hit the scene but really seem like march Your sh** is too dramatic, and ya'll ain't speakin I'm a truly modest Like the blocks where the shooters, let medulas have it It's no Manson mooses, just goons and ratchets Who really live like these tune from rappers It's like the wrong but 20's again recallings that fly But smoking mirrors is the case that the foolies get trapped in [Hook]