Say goodbye, say goodbye to Hollywood Goodbye Hollywood Please don't cry for me When I'm gone for good I thought I had it all figured out I did I thought I was tough enough to stick it out with Kim But I wasn't tough enough to juggle two things at once I

I'm sorry to say that the smiles that I give you One day will be tears in your eyes I'm sorry to give you these memories 'Cause memories like this will one day make you cry But I'ma stick around I promise you that I will stick around for now When our

Golden years, gold whop whop whop Come get up my baby Don't let me hear you say life's taking you nowhere, angel There's my baby, lost that's all Once I'm begging you save her little soul I'll stick with you baby for a thousand years Nothing's gonna

Take yourself a friend Keep 'em till the end Whether woman or man It makes you feel so good Well, I'm looking at you And I'm wondering what you're gonna do Looks like you got no friends No one to stick with you till the end

I'm on some rob a nigga shit, take a nigga bitch Do the dash in the whip, count the cash in the whip I pull up with a stick, I let that shit hit Niggas iffy, uh, Blicky got the stiffy, uh Got the blicky, uh, drum it holds fifty, uh Shout out, but I

They know what is what But they don't know what is what What, what, what, what, what, what They just strut So keep calm, honey, I'ma stick around For more than a minute, get used to it Funny my name keeps comin' out your mouth 'Cause I stay winning Lay

Run 'em through your hair And we can get to rockin' There you are and baby, here I am But I need something to do with my hands So maybe I should stick 'em in your pockets And I need something to do with my hands I need something to do with my hands Well

It's full of all them little bones Nothing's dead down here Baby, eat this chicken slow Happy hour, happy hour is here It's just a little tired Little bones It gets so sticky down here Better butter your cue-finger up It's the start of another new year

Ooooh that smell Can't you smell that smell The smell of death surrounds you Hey, you're a fool you Stick them needles in your arm Whiskey bottles, and brand new cars Oak tree you're in my way There's too much coke and too much smoke Look what's going on

Well I don't really care what people say I don't really watch what dem waan to do Still I got to stick to my girls like glue And I mon nah play number two All I know the time it is gettin' dread Need a lot of trees up in my head Got a little damsel in my