Chingo Bling - Hollywood Pimpin' lyrics

[Lucky Luciano] Yeah We still broadcastin' Live in Playamade Mexicans that be all up on your T.V. and your magazines and your CD deck But we still ain't finished [Verse 1: Lucky Luciano] I done been around the country Hollin' "What it do" When I saw the Hollywood sign, I chunked up the deuce This ain't no make-believe-stuff ones we rappin' 'bout We the ones that be livin' it, that boy Lucky happy, now It happened so fast (Fast) I didn't see it comin' (Comin') Now I think about it, I ain't worried 'bout no money I did that (Ah) Came up and ain't fallin' I been had hoes, but with fame, I'm a monster Players get chose, you knew it all along Quick up until she got to choose these shoes on She lookin' for a thug Asking for a player Wanna let his nuts hang, never actin' like a square Every night, I got a show, that's a steady income Plus these boys want me featured on their album So I'm gettin' paid Bet ya I'm a stack more Money, women and respect, what else could I ask for Chorus: Who's on the stands, goin' to Hollywood He's bustin' into Hollywood Showin' the ways, move into Hollywood He's hoppin' into Hollywood Repeat Chorus [Verse 2: Chingo Bling] It was night time When I first crossed the border Now I'm interviewed by the pool, with a fresh reporter She wrote up a story, then we chilled for a while Now why you wear a cowboy hat? Where you get your style She got the wrong idea once you saw my pimp cup To stress dollar breezy, take it easy, hold up Then you got girls that trip Like I ain't never of y'all Then he turned to H-110 In a Murder Dog My momma cried when she saw me on that Mun2 She said, "Mijo, beware Of jealous putos" They got my face airbrushed, but I ain't dead or jail I done made a mil, off tamale sales My everyday life, like a P. Diddy video T.V., radio, chilling with Arsenio We made it big, little mama, we out the hood Now pack ya f**ing bags, we going to Hollywood Repeat Chorus [Verse 3: Baby Bash] The almighty H-Town The Bay Area and back down I put the smackdown, Cadillac mack down With a navigation system, Elroy tank track down They say, "Bash, how the hell you gon' act now" I put the crack down, started slangin' pop cola And every now and then, it's nothin' We rock soda Bomb boda Puss at a player price And like my uncle Ike Turner I'm nothin' nice All on the beezy My model For the (???) I keep it stable, thick, what Countin' every penny Hook: [Baby Bash] n***as better quit claimin' pimpin' When they just f**in' the biotch [Lucky Luciano] Player, you ain't never lie Repeat Hook [Baby Bash] Hotel, motel, b**hes better go tell They hubbies ain't comin home, til they bringin' more mail Repeat Chorus Four Times [Baby Bash] Hollywood pimpin' [Lucky Luciano] What's goin' down, baby We on our way Know what I'm sayin' It's all over, now We them Playamade Mexicans 2003 We sittin' up, baby