Released: January 26, 2016
Songwriter: J. Cole
Producer: J. Cole
[Intro]
Now, back to our regularly scheduled program
Hollywood Cole, go
Ay Hollywood, ay Hollywood Cole, go
That was The Warm Up
That was The Warm Up
2, 6 shit
DJ Dummy warming up
Brooklyn's finest
World famous DJ Dummy
My nigga done went Hollywood
[Verse 1]
You wanna know just where I'm at? Well let me tell you 'bout it
I put my city on the map but let me tell you 'bout it
They tryna say I can't come back, ayy let me tell you 'bout it
Man fuck them niggas I come back, ayy let me tell you 'bout it
I wanna tell you 'bout it: hands up, everybody run
Cole outside and he say he got a gun
Niggas like "Man that's what everybody said"
Go and pop the trunk and everybody dead
Everybody scared of the nigga, aware that the nigga is better
All my bitches the pick of the litter, never bitter
Niggas is fake, they anime
Me I never hate, get cake like Anna Mae, whoa
Eat the cake bitch, eat the damn cake
Fuck good, nigga, we demand great
Order Domino's and she take off all her clothes
Nigga you know how it goes, make the pizza man wait
The best kept secret
Even Hov tried to keep it and I leaked the damn tape
Rest in peace any nigga want beef
Secret service couldn't keep the man safe
[Pre-Chorus]
I said to the window, to the wall
My nigga ride when I call
Got bitches all in my mind
Fuck nigga blocking my shine
I know the reason you feel the way
I know just who you wan' be
So everyday I thank the man upstairs
That I ain't you and you ain't me
[Chorus]
Get off my dick, whoa
(Get the fuck off my dick)
Get off my dick, whoa
(Get the fuck off my dick nigga)
Get off my dick, bitch, whoa
(Get the fuck off my dick)
Get off my dick, whoa
[Bridge]
Man fuck them niggas I come home and I don't tell nobody
They gettin' temporary dough and I don't tell nobody
Lord will you tell me if I changed, I won't tell nobody
I wanna go back to Jermaine, and I won't tell nobody
[Interlude]
This is the part that the thugs skip!
[Verse 2]
Young nigga never had love
You know, foot massage, back rub shit
Blowing bubbles in the bathtub shit, that is until I met you
Together we done watch years go by
Seen a river of your tears go by
Got me thinkin' bout some kids, still I tell them hoes come through
(The break up)
Get to know somebody and you really learn a lot about 'em
Won’t be long before you start to doubt 'em
Tell yourself you better off without 'em
Then in time you will find can't walk without 'em
Can't talk without 'em, can't breathe without 'em
Came here together, you can't leave without 'em
So you walk back in, make a scene about 'em
On your Amerie it's just one thing about 'em
It's called love, niggas don't sing about it no more
Don't nobody sing about it no more? No more
It's called love, niggas don't sing about it no more
Don't nobody sing about it no more? (Nigga I don't sing about this shit no more)
But every nigga in the club singing
[Pre-Chorus]
I said to the window, to the wall
My nigga ride when I call
Got bitches all in my mind
Fuck nigga blocking my shine
I know the reason you feel the way
I know just who you wan' be
So everyday I thank the man upstairs
That I ain't you and you ain't me
[Bridge]
Get off my dick
But every nigga in the club singing (Singing this song yeah)
Got all the bitches in the club singing (Singing this song yeah)
And all they mamas let their kids sing it (Sing this song yeah)
The baby mamas and the mistresses
Sing this song yeah, song, yeah
Song yeah, song, song ,yeah
[Verse 3]
(The make up)
This shit is retarded, goddamn
Why every rich black nigga gotta be famous?
Why every broke black nigga gotta be brainless
Uh, that's a stereotype Driven by some people up in Aerial Heights
Here's a scenario Young Cole pockets is fat like Lil' Terio
Dreamville, give us a year we'll be on every show Yeah, fuck nigga I'm very sure, heh
Fuck the rest, I'm the best nigga out
When I'm back home I'm the
Best in the South When I'm in LA I'm the best in the West
You contest? You can test, I'ma stretch niggas out
Ooh, I'ma stretch niggas out
That go for all y'all if I left niggas out
This shit for everybody on my testicles
Please make sure you put the rest in your mouth, ho
Now, back to our regularly scheduled program
Hollywood Cole, go
Ay Hollywood, ay Hollywood Cole, go
That was The Warm Up
That was The Warm Up
2, 6 shit
DJ Dummy warming up
Brooklyn's finest
World famous DJ Dummy
My nigga done went Hollywood
[Verse 1]
You wanna know just where I'm at? Well let me tell you 'bout it
I put my city on the map but let me tell you 'bout it
They tryna say I can't come back, ayy let me tell you 'bout it
Man fuck them niggas I come back, ayy let me tell you 'bout it
I wanna tell you 'bout it: hands up, everybody run
Cole outside and he say he got a gun
Niggas like "Man that's what everybody said"
Go and pop the trunk and everybody dead
Everybody scared of the nigga, aware that the nigga is better
All my bitches the pick of the litter, never bitter
Niggas is fake, they anime
Me I never hate, get cake like Anna Mae, whoa
Eat the cake bitch, eat the damn cake
Fuck good, nigga, we demand great
Order Domino's and she take off all her clothes
Nigga you know how it goes, make the pizza man wait
The best kept secret
Even Hov tried to keep it and I leaked the damn tape
Rest in peace any nigga want beef
Secret service couldn't keep the man safe
[Pre-Chorus]
I said to the window, to the wall
My nigga ride when I call
Got bitches all in my mind
Fuck nigga blocking my shine
I know the reason you feel the way
I know just who you wan' be
So everyday I thank the man upstairs
That I ain't you and you ain't me
[Chorus]
Get off my dick, whoa
(Get the fuck off my dick)
Get off my dick, whoa
(Get the fuck off my dick nigga)
Get off my dick, bitch, whoa
(Get the fuck off my dick)
Get off my dick, whoa
[Bridge]
Man fuck them niggas I come home and I don't tell nobody
They gettin' temporary dough and I don't tell nobody
Lord will you tell me if I changed, I won't tell nobody
I wanna go back to Jermaine, and I won't tell nobody
[Interlude]
This is the part that the thugs skip!
[Verse 2]
Young nigga never had love
You know, foot massage, back rub shit
Blowing bubbles in the bathtub shit, that is until I met you
Together we done watch years go by
Seen a river of your tears go by
Got me thinkin' bout some kids, still I tell them hoes come through
(The break up)
Get to know somebody and you really learn a lot about 'em
Won’t be long before you start to doubt 'em
Tell yourself you better off without 'em
Then in time you will find can't walk without 'em
Can't talk without 'em, can't breathe without 'em
Came here together, you can't leave without 'em
So you walk back in, make a scene about 'em
On your Amerie it's just one thing about 'em
It's called love, niggas don't sing about it no more
Don't nobody sing about it no more? No more
It's called love, niggas don't sing about it no more
Don't nobody sing about it no more? (Nigga I don't sing about this shit no more)
But every nigga in the club singing
[Pre-Chorus]
I said to the window, to the wall
My nigga ride when I call
Got bitches all in my mind
Fuck nigga blocking my shine
I know the reason you feel the way
I know just who you wan' be
So everyday I thank the man upstairs
That I ain't you and you ain't me
[Bridge]
Get off my dick
But every nigga in the club singing (Singing this song yeah)
Got all the bitches in the club singing (Singing this song yeah)
And all they mamas let their kids sing it (Sing this song yeah)
The baby mamas and the mistresses
Sing this song yeah, song, yeah
Song yeah, song, song ,yeah
[Verse 3]
(The make up)
This shit is retarded, goddamn
Why every rich black nigga gotta be famous?
Why every broke black nigga gotta be brainless
Uh, that's a stereotype Driven by some people up in Aerial Heights
Here's a scenario Young Cole pockets is fat like Lil' Terio
Dreamville, give us a year we'll be on every show Yeah, fuck nigga I'm very sure, heh
Fuck the rest, I'm the best nigga out
When I'm back home I'm the
Best in the South When I'm in LA I'm the best in the West
You contest? You can test, I'ma stretch niggas out
Ooh, I'ma stretch niggas out
That go for all y'all if I left niggas out
This shit for everybody on my testicles
Please make sure you put the rest in your mouth, ho
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