Hollywood Swangin - Lul DreDay

Don't put me in a box now I'm by myself, yeah, I'm on lockdown Sometimes you gotta find What's wrong, yeah, what's right It's been a long road here coming Blue hunnids I'm thumbing And I can split the whole damn thing with my woman What's yours is mine I'll say it again what's yours is mine Don't leave the house, baby You gotta swing my way But don't believe the hype, babe I'm always shady So, don't believe the hype, babe I might last sometimes Don't believe the hype, babe We're going 'til five in the morning I caught you yawning, ah yeah I guess it can't get no easy I know you need me I guess it gon' ride your way If I do you a favor, yeah I know it can't get no easy I know you need me Round two, three shots, I'm catching up She off the Henny and tequila, no catching her The way she move her body, man I swear I'm attached to her Don't make me sing this here song And I mean, I made it out on my own You call me, "Hater" when you're all alone Oo-oo, yeah, yeah Oo-oo, yeah, yeah Oo-oo We're going 'til five in the morning I caught you yawning, ah, yeah I guess it can't get no easy I know you need me I guess it gon' ride your way 'Fore I do you a favor, yeah I know it can't get no easy I know you need me I gotta live my life But I swear I'm seeing too much And I'm thinking 'bout where I am And I know just how I was I just had to take you back to the AC Kicking it there, ballin' You done learned some language on me I wanna go falling You've been posted at the post off- And I got evidence Pulled up my car, left my residence At the gaslight, lemme smell this shit At the red light inhaling it If the cops behind, ain't telling it And the way that I pull up late I might as well sell this shit No out weighing my love, ain't no scaling it She wanna take a dose Go inhale that shit She wanna take a dose Go inhale that shit We're going 'til five in the morning I caught you yawning, ah yeah I guess it can't get no easy I know you need me, yeah I guess it gon' ride your way If I do you a favor, yeah I know it can't get no easy I know you need me, yeah Know I'm here for a good time I don't wanna go to sleep, babe I just wanna ride around town You're here for a good time I just wanna get you down and out in the wild I don't wanna go to sleep, babe I just wanna ride around town

Welcome to Inglewood, California Hey, hey, hey What you got to say Fast bitches, fast cars, money and fame This rap shit is just like the nineties dope game Before sold out shows rocked and hoes jocked It was all about the 'hood and that Foe Hundred block A few scraps as a puppy dog You had to be down To roam that infamous neighborhood Where niggas wore the crown It was on every morning from Manchester to Century BG's walkin' in packs to elementary Afterschool some had 'hood patrol and watched deals on the corner While others had skills and hittin' drills in Pop Warner The unforgettable good old days how it used to be Foe niggas made the transition from a jock to a G Now the streets is nice but the police is thick Cause niggas sick and mo' murders committed than a horror flick But whatever happen rappin' or not it's the same for me it's still I.N.G. foe L.I.F.E. So Hey, hey, hey What you got to say Inglewood (Inglewood) Inglewood Swangin' (Inglewood) The city's full of cheddar like a cheese pizza Known for senoritas and Inglewood Familias The landmarks in the 'hood is legendary The fabulous Forum, the Court and the Library The city hall is scandalous to the average tax payer So the town done fucked around and voted me the mayor Had G's that put they life on the line and some died But thanks to this rap we on the map worldwide And as far as race go we probably even these days About fifty percent black and the rest is esays So we spin and we win up and down Market Street Bitch I'm a million dollar nigga and still shop the Swapmeet What I'm in right now probably ain't worth a hundred bucks A beany T-shirt khakis and a fresh pair of Chucks That's a real nigga foe you that's me so don't knock it I got everything I need plus money in my pocket So Hey, hey, hey What you got to say Inglewood (Inglewood) Inglewood Swangin' (Inglewood) I.N.G. foe L.I.F.E. I.N.G. foe L.I.F.E. I.N.G. foe L.I.F.E. I.N.G. foe L.I.F.E. It seem like yesterday I was the average Y.G. And at the blink of a eye became a household MC From the land of sunshine gold D's and palm trees To Japanese screamin' for a nigga overseas But I gotta think about O.G's I got game from Remain the same nigga and can't forget where I came from We all know money make the world go 'round So I give back to my town and put a few niggas down I keep my enemies close 'cause they salt shakers Mad because I travel state to state And get paid like the Lakers Used to like the Magic man when I was a itty bitty But now Mack and Shaq can go half and buy the city So Hey, hey, hey What you got to say Inglewood (Inglewood) Inglewood Swangin' (Inglewood) I.N.G. foe L.I.F.E. I.N.G. foe L.I.F.E. I.N.G. foe L.I.F.E. I.N.G. foe L.I.F.E. Hey, hey, hey What you got to say Inglewood (Inglewood) Inglewood Swangin'