[Intro]Chillin on the street in my b-boy stanceI got my pockets on swoll and my beats on blast[Chorus]I'm Mr. Hollywood, Mist-Mr. HollywoodAnd everywhere that I go, yup, it's probably hoodI'm Mr. Hollywood, Mist-Mr. HollywoodAnd everything that I say, yeah, it's probably goodI'm Mr. Hollywood, Mist-Mr. HollywoodAnd would I give it to shorty? Yeah, I probably wouldChillin on the street in my b-boy stance I got my pockets on swoll and my beats on blast[Verse One]I'm Mr. Hollywood, Mist-Mr. HollywoodI'm puffin la-di-da-di and party in HollyhoodI'm probably out with a hottie shakin her body goodGod she lookin like Halle Berry, rubbin my holly woodShe looked her best in the dress on her breastsI gotta look fresh so I dress to impressI got a greater mind every time I say a rhymeHollywood ain't spendin money, people it's a state of mindI break a hater's spine, then I'd just be facin timeI'd rather just create a rhyme, sip and drink, date and dineIf I make her mine, maybe I can make her grindon the beach, overseas, livin on Jamaican timeWe sunbakin, gettin naked chillin wastin timeSippin out a chalice gin and tonic with a chase of limeMami shake and wind, damn your face is fineMr. Hollywood, livin my life through space and time[Chorus][Verse Two]Yo, yoLet me tell you 'bout my campaign (uh-huh)I'm a mellow type of nigga chillin, tryin to do my damn thangIf you hatin that's a damn shameI'm untouchable, my body stays dry under damp rainI'm just tryin to get this cash mayneI take pulls real slow even though I'm in the fast laneYou got a gat but you got bad aimMy crew is risin to the top like the bubbles do in champagneParty people get your groove onSip a drink, puff an L and start movin to this smooth songYou tryin to tussle with my crew? WRONG~!Keep sleepin I'm about to cop the drop with the roof gonePassin L's like Grey PouponI don't even need a telly I bank shorty on my futonWifebeater and my boots onYeah I'm lovin you tonight, but tomorrow we can move on[Chorus][Verse Three]I come with the Yankee hung fittedFluid tongue run liquid movin dumb dumb criticsSon winnin, +I'm Not a Player+ like Pun, get itNot bangin no gun clip in just makin some fun wit itI'm livin Hollywood now without the fameJust a lil' bit of money I'm about my gameI'm about my name, I'm about my strifeI'm about my struggle, I'm about my lifeI'm just tryin to do this music thing whatever it takesCause we all know the value rap revenue makesFor y'all corny acts I gotta make it federal caseI'm the tortoise you the hare I got incredible paceHad an incredible night, had incredible sexShe had on edible panties under her red and blue dressYES~! And I move with the windSo we can wake up in the mornin and just do it again[Chorus][Outro]Aight what I want everybody to do right nowIs just smooth it outYeah, smooth it out{*piano plays and applause*}Nah, we ain't done yet!YEAH!! I'm feelin so good right nowI'm on top of my gameShout out to all my people ballin on a budgetBroke as fuckYou can still live Hollywood y'know?Chillin on the street in my b-boy stance I got my pockets on swoll and my beats on blast[Chorus] - dub version to fadeChillin on the street in my b-boy stance I got my pockets on swoll and my beats on blast