She's on her way about to get paid

But never turning Hollywood

He's on his way about to get paid

But never turning Hollywood

She's on her way about to get paid

But never turning Hollywood

He's on his way about to get paid

But never turning Hollywood

I used to be that way but now I'm like this

You betta miss me with that sh*t or

Catch a mighty blow to lip cheeks

Beware I'm here hooray for N-E-B no thats not me

Oh cuz I'm in the Cherokee cruising with Warren G

Goin to pick up Jah Skill and the Twinz

Five footing till the end of my life for real

Ya didn't know the sista but she had a record deal

They wanna see you at the top then they wanna see you drop

Then they wanna call the cops ring hello

Wake up once yo a** go Hollywood ya a** is like f**k

(ya a** is like f**k)

A young buck Knee-Hi told me that Neb changed

But if I'm on the wrong track put me in the right place

I`m just the same muthaf**ka

Who kicked them nuts back in the day

This is how it is when the niggaz getting paid

You used to treat me different now that you know where I stand

But back up in the days you didn't really give a damn

I had my own thing me and the homeys from the PAC

We watch each others back trying to get our pockets fat

But now its new niggaz popping all up in our face

From 88 to 93 I couldn't find a trace

I keeped on sh*t on data just reviewin all the facts

In my mind I designed how to switch and counteract

Cuz ain't no Holly and me if it is its getting stuck

I`m strictly for my paper as these groupies ride my nuts

She's on her way about to get paid

But never turning Hollywood

He's on his way about to get paid

But never turning Hollywood

She's on her way about to get paid

But never turning Hollywood

He's on his way about to get paid

But never turning Hollywood

What you can't speak because I reached my peak

Why don't you go about your business let your mind tweak

But see ain't nuthing changed on my

Behalf still got my mics and stashed

Niggaz is siamese two faced and they switch it fast

Cuz Hollywood can't do nuthing for me but hang me like drapes

Distribute my phat tapes and in my pocket put some papes

And ain't nuthing in Hollywood that could make me wanna switch

Could he please you know whats up with me so Holly these

I'm from the G side flip flop if you want to

Banned by yo hood and yo city shoulda stayed true

But ya didn't fell victim to the limelight

Never getting faded cuz the Locc was just to trump tight

You must be dazed

Ya going through some type of phase

Behind my back you jaw jack but in

My house you wanna blaze

So thanks for smoking the click out an sh*t

All upon her clit

(and all upon his dick)

It makes me sick but we don't even trip cuz its the G-Funk

(rail two rules like tree trunks)

Now feel the brew that we funk

(steady on a mission underground that is the sound)

Don't ever get it twisted when the real ones put it down

She's on her way about to get paid

But never turning Hollywood

He's on his way about to get paid

But never turning Hollywood

She's on her way about to get paid

But never turning Hollywood

He's on his way about to get paid

But never turning Hollywood

She's on her way about to get paid

But never turning Hollywood

He's on his way about to get paid

But never turning Hollywood

She's on her way about to get paid

But never turning Hollywood

He's on his way about to get paid

But never turning Hollywood