Ill Will Fulton - B-Side to Hollywood lyrics

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Ill Will Fulton - B-Side to Hollywood lyrics

[Hook] Ay yo, watch that thing Cause we coming around Setting camp on these here grounds Cause we gots to make money money Hollywood, money money sunshine And everything fine Ay yo, watch that thing Cause we coming around Setting camp on these here grounds Cause we gots to make money money Hollywood, money money sunshine It ain't gonna decline, so check it [Verse 1 - Geechie Suede] Okay, now I'm gonna make this easy We're gonna take this sh** straight to your EP Meet me with red carpet and some roses And you knows this Lovin'(?) makes them beat down for your fakin' So catch these holly with hologram stands While I'm bleekin' And I be feekin' De La thinks it's hot as he can(?) And keep a sunny sorrow until this half of way goldie(?) And now you've shown me n***as that do it like De La Lay with Layla, ?, livin' holiday Hilton Stop lyin' Stop denyin', stop the blood clot cryin' Fresh like chef, want a slice We heist and keep flyin' Now I'm tyin' the ginger pessimist MC Peace to Steve, Tristar, Big Mo, Snooze, and Julianne(?) [Hook] [Verse 2 - Trugoy the Dove] I say, Rickety Rocket was my favorite cartoon And after marriage comes the honeymoon Who love Popeye, is Alice the Goon Ate the Honeycomb cereal with my big spoon Woke up so late it was half past noon Had to gather my connections and form a platoon n***as don't see it, but the war come soon Dr. Imma(?) got the remedy So son, stay tuned And if I had a month to pick, it'd be June I get up in your hide like Daniel Boone Newspaper reads "Dove, #1 Tycoon" Yo, we start up off this piece and give the next man room [Hook] [Verse 3 - Sonny Cheeba] I be kickin' like Bruce Li, Chinese Connection Mamacita dig the cheeba Satin complexion Talkin' some sh** Like I'm relatives of Ca**ius ? Hear come the lower, with the meanie meanie Come but, ain't you another slick on the flip city(?) This sh**, brickhouse, sh** on my bed Meet me copper, spoon in a loaf of bread, baby Can I get a baby to go with the boom And the bam, as long as the sh** ain't sparin' They closet the Camp Right on Pam, when she do the splits(?) So I can see cheeba's greatest hits [Hook] [Outro] Yo, where the party at With lower, lower Yo, where the party at With De La, De La Yo, where the party at With Trugoy, Trugoy Yo, where the party at With G-Suede, G-Suede Yo, where the party at With Cheeba, Cheeba Yo, where the party at With Maseo got jam(?) Yo, where the party at With Posdnuos Or like, Jimmy Cracked Corn