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Artist/Band: L.L. Cool J
Lyrics for Song: Hollis to Hollywood
Lyrics for Album: Mr. Smith [1995]



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 type of metaphor freak

Some type of metaphorical freak or somethin' man

You know what I'm sayin', word up

So, you know what I'm sayin

You know brother's wanna 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 chick involved

Check it

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

The way I stack chips and regulate wild dough

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

Tales from the hood, your boys will feel terror

MC's contaminate the tracks with feces

You think of pussy until a flick like "Species"

Hi-tech, yup 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 are metaphors the only thing in rap

You brothers need to stop with that



I'm goin' from

Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good

(See how it sounds a little unrational, broken down to the very last compound)

Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good

(See how it sounds a little unrational, broken down to the very last compound)

Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good

(See how it sounds a little unrational, broken down to the very last compound)

Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good

(See how it sounds a little unrational, broken down to the very last compound)



Check it

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

But too many "True Lies" can make a honey pleased

She said, "I know you want this"

Ghetto Pocahontas

I got "Higher Learning"

And bangin' gets monotonous

Her ass is classic

Cheeks was Jurrasic

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 balls is hairy like "The Lion King"

I'm in the jungle layin' down my mack

You brothers need to chill with that



I'm goin' from

Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good

(See how it sounds a little unrational, broken down to the very last compound)

Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good

(See how it sounds a little unrational, broken down to the very last compound)

Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good

(See how it sounds a little unrational, broken down to the very last compound)

Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good



Take me away

You think I won't boo

Take me away

You think I can't boo

Take me away

You think I won't boo

Take me away

You think I can't boo



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



Weee



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 the ass like "Apollo 13"

Sugar dipped in cream

Poppin' Dom (Perignon) 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, mad fun, tight hugs, and flowers

I have your girl runnin' off to fake baby showers

Better get down for ya crown 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



I'm goin' from

Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good

(See how it sounds a little unrational, broken down to the very last compound)

Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good

(See how it sounds a little unrational, broken down to the very last compound)

Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good

(See how it sounds a little unrational, broken down to the very last compound)

Hollis to Hollywood, but is he good

(See how it sounds a little unrational, broken down to the very last compound)

Check it


Album Lyrics: Mr. Smith [1995]


L.L. Cool J
"Mr. Smith [1995]"


1. Make It Hot
2. Hey Lover
3. Doin It
4. Life As...
5. I Shot Ya
6. Mr. Smith
7. No Airplay
8. Loungin'
9. Hollis to Hollywood
10. God Bless
11. Get da Drop on 'Em
12. Prelude (Skit)
13. I Shot Ya [remix]