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Hollywood Video (MV)




Performed By: Truth Hurts
Featuring: Dr. Dre
Length: 3:21
Written by: OLIVER JAO SMITH




Truth Hurts - Hollywood Lyrics




[ Featuring Dr. Dre ]

Damn, Hollywood, land of how you do's
Movie stars, take two's, lights, camera
Where's my leadin' lady?

Out here in Hollywood you see so many games
Characters with so many names and faces
Counterfeit to the core, the bullshit they believe

I get a migraine tryin' to decipher who's who
When the life of the trife [Incomprehensible]
Who can you believe?
May be my folks Craine and Dean

What you wearin', how many carats?
What you drivin', don't worry about what I'm in
What you makin', nigga, what's the price on you?
Look at your chain, call that ice, homie?

You ain't gangsta, my clothes ain't tight on me
You where nut huggers and drink Christian Brothers with fake ID
A fraud ain't shit to me, a skinny broad is a bitch to me
Get a little fame and change up, fake gangsta

Hollywood made up bitch niggas, straight up
And them black born and stuck, f*cked
It's hard to breathe with no love, no freight touch
I make hits daily, need a few? I got 'em

I coulda loaned you one or two
But Aftermath bought 'em, ironic ain't it?
I'm the CEO, judge, jury and the plaintiff
Sayin' f*ck

Hollywood
Who are you, what you'll say you'll do
And why you let them get the best of you?

Hollywood
I know you call it V.I.P.
But let me tell you what it means to me
It's Hollywood

Somebody tossed you some game
With some fame and you burned your back
Motherf*cker, how lame is that
Even arranged for you pains to exist and beyond the map

Oh high as a diddy ass bugie niggas, actin' like video bitches
You ain't pimpin', you switchin' and Hollywierd livin', bullshittin'
Got no time for time for that
Cut, print, check the gate, that's a wrap

And if one more rude Hollywood bugie bitch steps to me
High steppin' like she better than me
I'ma put it to her direct one and correctly, like this

See, if you knows when too damn hard to see
That a real girl cut bitches all the way to [Incomprehensible]
(Hey, are you a model, actress?)
Save your drama for the movies

That role you play, is it the life you live?
Are you one hundred percent positive
Or did you just forget when you got here?
To this place of the misguided, them niggas tryin' to blend in

Hollywood
Who are you, what you'll say you'll do
And why you let it get the best of you?

Hollywood
I get you call it V.I.P.
But let me tell you what it means to me
It's Hollywood

Yeah, but the Truth Hurts
Hollywood, Hollywood
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Damn, Hollywood, land of how you do's
Movie stars, take two's, lights, camera
Where's my leadin' lady?

Out here in Hollywood you see so many games
Characters with so many names and faces
Counterfeit to the core, the bullshit they believe

I get a migraine tryin' to decipher who's who
When the life of the trife [Incomprehensible]
Who can you believe?
May be my folks Craine and Dean

What you wearin', how many carats?
What you drivin', don't worry about what I'm in
What you makin', nigga, what's the price on you?
Look at your chain, call that ice, homie?

You ain't gangsta, my clothes ain't tight on me
You where nut huggers and drink Christian Brothers with fake ID
A fraud ain't shit to me, a skinny broad is a bitch to me
Get a little fame and change up, fake gangsta

Hollywood made up bitch niggas, straight up
And them black born and stuck, f*cked
It's hard to breathe with no love, no freight touch
I make hits daily, need a few? I got 'em

I coulda loaned you one or two
But Aftermath bought 'em, ironic ain't it?
I'm the CEO, judge, jury and the plaintiff
Sayin' f*ck

Hollywood
Who are you, what you'll say you'll do
And why you let them get the best of you?

Hollywood
I know you call it V.I.P.
But let me tell you what it means to me
It's Hollywood

Somebody tossed you some game
With some fame and you burned your back
Motherf*cker, how lame is that
Even arranged for you pains to exist and beyond the map

Oh high as a diddy ass bugie niggas, actin' like video bitches
You ain't pimpin', you switchin' and Hollywierd livin', bullshittin'
Got no time for time for that
Cut, print, check the gate, that's a wrap

And if one more rude Hollywood bugie bitch steps to me
High steppin' like she better than me
I'ma put it to her direct one and correctly, like this

See, if you knows when too damn hard to see
That a real girl cut bitches all the way to [Incomprehensible]
(Hey, are you a model, actress?)
Save your drama for the movies

That role you play, is it the life you live?
Are you one hundred percent positive
Or did you just forget when you got here?
To this place of the misguided, them niggas tryin' to blend in

Hollywood
Who are you, what you'll say you'll do
And why you let it get the best of you?

Hollywood
I get you call it V.I.P.
But let me tell you what it means to me
It's Hollywood

Yeah, but the Truth Hurts
Hollywood, Hollywood
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Writer: OLIVER JAO SMITH
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