Intro [bad word] : 

Hollyhood in the house
Los Angeles
Stand up

Verse 1 [bad word] :

I was having dreams laid out on the futon
Knocks on my mama’s crib
They came thought suton 
I couldn’ t save my life even if I had a coupon
Four years later, now I’m back with my jewels on
Yeah I’m Mr. Hollyhood
Ain’ t talkin’ lights, camera 
Money grow on [bad word] trees
Yeah I’m talkin marijuana
I’m talkin pistol hammer
Ain’ t talkin [bad word] Zammer
I ain’ t talkin baking soda
But I got that arm and hammer
Yeah, she got a head game
She be playin head games [bad word] with a real pimp
Dunkin on you hater legs
Sippin on that Haterade
Get yourself a minute maid
Makin moves, getting praised
Switching lanes, interstate
Laker game … the center, sittin next to O Jack
Nothin but [bad word] [bad word] puttin on the cold act
Ridin through the boulevard 
All clear, no tip
And I got my stripes on
Like Jay on his girlfriend.
 [bad word] [Deuce]:

Here in LA, here in LA
All of our [bad word] [bad word]  there’s a reason
But we’re here in LA, we’re here in LA 
So if ya see me, don’ t be scared to greet me
Up here in LA, in LA.

Verse 2 [bad word] :

Hi I’m the [bad word]  rapper slash hustler
See the Benz parked
Blame it on the costumer 
Ain’ t talkin safe 
Homie but I stay strapped
Yes I’m the Chrysler I don’ [bad word] with gift wrap
I [bad word] from Hollyhood
From my Mexicanos, right there by the fence
Right around McDonalds
Keys ain’ t a problem, I push it like Alicia
Break it all down and charge it like a visa
Walkin’ through Griffith Park
Sippin on that Kool-Aid 
Yeah I got a PS3, you could blame the Blu-Ray
Yeah I love the Dodgers
Love ’em like the Vatos 
Not a fan of the Rascoes 
Cuz I don’ t really fall for waffles
Atleast once a week I gotta have my tacos
First wrap I ever got I snatched it up from Carlos 
Twenty-twenty vision yeah it’s hard to be on me
Cuz alls on my face, you don’ t see that I see.
    [bad word] [Deuce]:

Here in LA, here in LA
All of our [bad word] [bad word]  there’s a reason
But we’re here in LA, we’re here in LA 
So if ya see me, don’ t be scared to greet me
Up here in LA, in LA.

Verse 3 [Deuce]:

It’s the city of dreams 
Where [bad word] and people go
It’s the city of fiends 
Where [bad word]  for that blow
This city just needs a little love, little hope
And I ain’ t talkin’ snortin’ a little bit of coke
Or tokin’ on that [bad word]  from the po-po, 
Oh no, been there and done that, so yo
Here’s story that I like you to know
About my life and those I once rolled with
We used to go sip Alize with no mix, 
Drink, catch a couple girls with some lip rings
And then joke about how we hit these, 
And laugh and talk about how her [bad word] stinks 
Or how she ripped three [bad word] 
And  when I bent her over she would scream 
(No, that’s a big thing)
Oh [bad word]  it’s a he, it’s a she 
Here in LA, it’s all the same to me.
  [bad word] [Deuce]:

Here in LA, here in LA
All of our [bad word] [bad word]  there’s a reason
But we’re here in LA, we’re here in LA 
So if ya see me, don’ t be scared to greet me
Up here in LA, in LA.

Bridge [Deuce and [bad word] :
 [bad word] it feels good to be back,
You’ve been so good to us
Here in LA, here in LA
Palm trees, fast cars, gangsters and hustlers
Only place you can find us at is…
 [bad word] [Deuce]:

Here in LA, here in LA
All of our [bad word] [bad word]  there’s a reason
But we’re here in LA, we’re here in LA 
So if ya see me, don’ t be scared to greet me
Up here in LA, in LA.