Hollis To Hollywood Lyrics - Mr Smith - Ll Cool J

"All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost." 

Yeah, you know 

It be buggin' me out, you know what I'm sayin'? 

That rap, how everybody, like, is using metaphors and all that 

It seems like everybody's some kind of metaphor freak 

Some kind of metaphorical freak or somethin', man 

You know what I'm sayin'? Word up 

So, you know what I'm saying 

You know brother's want to make a movie and all that 

You know how I mean, so I figured you know what I'm sayin' 

I'd just make a little movie with a chicken ball 

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If you saw the movie, Wall Street, I guess you know 

The way ya stack chips and regulate wild dough 

But ain't no G-funk, and far from my era 

Tales from the hood, your boyz will feel terror 

MC's contaminatin' tracks with feces 

You think of pussy until a flick like Species 

Hi-tech, ya, my pen got velocity 

Jumpin' out the SSL like Virtuosity 

And never question what I'm doin' to ya, girl 

She let me dive deep like her panties is Waterworld 

But all metaphors, the only thing in rap 

You brothers need to stop with that 

[Chorus] 

I'm goin' from 

Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good? 

Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good? 

Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good? 

Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good? 

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I'm makin' Speed like I'm Keanu Reeves 

But too many True Lies can make a honey please 

She said, I know you want this 

Get a Pocahontas 

I got Higher Learnin' 

And bangin' gets monotonous 

Her ass is classic 

Cheeks was Jurassic 

Servin' a Justice 

Poetic the way I last it 

I touch ground, real windy, with my lyrics 

Make her talk in tongues, and feel the Holy Spirit 

Hear it, pulling light strings 

Got mad cast a swing 

When I do my thing, my ballz is hairy like the Lion King 

I'm in the jungle, layin' down my mack 

You brothers need to chill with that 

[Chorus] 

Take me away 

You think I won't, fool? 

Take me away 

You think I can't, fool? 

Take me away 

You think I won't, fool? 

Take me away 

You think I can't, fool? 

It's kinda like miniature satellites floatin' in closets 

Spyin' in pockets 

Jumpin' out of a helicopter into a football stadium filled with cotton candy 

We 

Word up, 

So your man got a good job lovin' ya so much 

Boss on his back, comin' home like, 'What the fuck?' 

But you be on his side through the thick and all the thin 

That's when LL come in 

Blast a ass like Apollo 13 

Sugar get the cream 

Hoppin' dom in every direction 

What a scene 

He can't understand your best friend's plan 

Running game while you chill with the Demolition Man 

Good love, have fun, tight hugs and flowers 

I have your girl runnin' off to fake baby showers 

Better get down before ya cryin' at home 

I got her standing on the bed gettin' closer to the Drop Zone 

Some brother's won't appreciate that 

Ain't it scary when you meet a real mack? 

Let's run it back 

See the flavors in my lifestyle, chill don't even lie to me 

Balls a lethal weapon, dick a menace to society 

You ain't a player-hater, kid, you took her off restriction 

I make her tell lies and knock the pulp out of fiction 

Kid, you know I'm game tight when you hit it tonight 

I hope she screams my name right 

This word is born kid, you know why? 

[Chorus] 

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