mista hollywood,
thats who i'm all about.
he's from my hood.
and he aint gettin out.
His name's Josh C
And he got all the ladies.
But he aint got me
cause I just keep sayin maybe.
Now back to hollywood.
he keeps it tight.
i be thinkin about his purple skinny jeans.
every single night.
Now back to that ladie,
With the blue and white hair,
Every time he come around,
All the men like to stare.
Chicka Chicka Boom Boom
Will there be enough room.
I dont think so
Chicka Chicka Boom Boom
Will there be enough room.
I dont think so.
Chicka Chicka Boom Boom
Will there be enough room.
I dont think so.
Chicka Chicka Boom Boom
Will there be enough room.
I dont think so.
Doucette, where ya mannas at.
Don't ya know, ya gotta hide that fat.
Ya trippin ovas stoools, actin like a foool.
From it and that, Why ya dissin the blacks.
Ya think your all that
Your think your hardcore crunk
You got a dirty face
Achne all over the place
big boobs no bra
You wanna fight
You can barely draw
You think you're a stunna
You want to meet my fist
Thunder and lightening
Ill go crazy on yo bitch.
HOLLA, BALLIN'
damn, i'm real billin'
Off the charts im fallin
Though im still killin
I'm lovin yo vest,
It compliments your chest.
Here come the police to make the arrest.
Im a ladies man,
Though it never lasts more than a week.
I'm throwin rubba bands,
I'm on a million dolla streak
We get our hair did,
Just like you, kid.
We get our nails done,
Guys think we the one.
This to the asians,
Why ya startin' an invasion.
i think about you everytime,
i rap this song.
yeah, i think about you in, your
red lace thong.
Procrastionation, aggrivation,
I can't think because you stink.
LINT
LICE