Everybody comes to Hollywood
They wanna make it in the neighbourhood
They like the smell of it in Hollywood
How could it hurt you when it looks so good
Ohh, who that be, Misdemeanor on the M-I-C
I got the fresh kicks, thick hips, best believe me
And Madonna bout to hit em like a tag team
You gonna love us in our Gap Jeans
We walk by, people ask 'where you get them jeans'
On fire call emergency, G-A, capital P
You know how we, and let me go and do my thing
I'll bring ya hard on the...
Unfortunately, we are not licensed to display the full lyrics for this song at the moment due to a DMCA takedown request.