Hollywood
Dr. Dre & Sam Sneed Lyrics
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Movie stars, take two's, lights, camera
Where's my leadin' lady?
Out here in Hollywood you see so many games
Characters with so many names and faces
Counterfeit to the core, the bullshit they believe
When the life of the trife [Incomprehensible]
Who can you believe?
May be my folks Craine and Dean
What you wearin', how many carats?
What you drivin', don't worry about what I'm in
What you makin', nigga, what's the price on you?
Look at your chain, call that ice, homie?
You ain't gangsta, my clothes ain't tight on me
You where nut huggers and drink Christian Brothers with fake ID
A fraud ain't shit to me, a skinny broad is a bitch to me
Get a little fame and change up, fake gangsta
Hollywood made up bitch niggas, straight up
And them black born and stuck, fucked
It's hard to breathe with no love, no freight touch
I make hits daily, need a few? I got 'em
I coulda loaned you one or two
But Aftermath bought 'em, ironic ain't it?
I'm the CEO, judge, jury and the plaintiff
Sayin' fuck
Hollywood
Who are you, what you'll say you'll do
And why you let them get the best of you?
Hollywood
I know you call it V.I.P.
But let me tell you what it means to me
It's Hollywood
Somebody tossed you some game
With some fame and you burned your back
Motherfucker, how lame is that
Even arranged for you pains to exist and beyond the map
Oh high as a diddy ass bugie niggas, actin' like video bitches
You ain't pimpin', you switchin' and Hollywierd livin', bullshittin'
Got no time for time for that
Cut, print, check the gate, that's a wrap
And if one more rude Hollywood bugie bitch steps to me
High steppin' like she better than me
I'ma put it to her direct one and correctly, like this
See, if you knows when too damn hard to see
That a real girl cut bitches all the way to [Incomprehensible]
(Hey, are you a model, actress?)
Save your drama for the movies
That role you play, is it the life you live?
Are you one hundred percent positive
Or did you just forget when you got here?
To this place of the misguided, them niggas tryin' to blend in
Hollywood
Who are you, what you'll say you'll do
And why you let it get the best of you?
Hollywood
I get you call it V.I.P.
But let me tell you what it means to me
It's Hollywood
Yeah, but the Truth Hurts
Hollywood, Hollywood
The lyrics of "Hollywood" by Dr. Dre and Sam Sneed express the corruption, fakeness, and materialism of the film industry. The song criticizes the people who are part of Hollywood's superficial and fraudulent culture, which seems to be all about who you know, the image you project, and the wealth you accumulate. Dr. Dre's verses focus on the fake gangstas and aspiring celebrities who are trying to make it in the game by any means necessary, even if it means selling their soul or compromising their ethics. He notes that it is impossible to tell who is real and who is fake in the scene, and he expresses his disgust with the way people use money and status to define their worth.
The chorus emphasizes the idea that Hollywood is a place that can make or break you, a place where people can lose themselves and become something they are not. The artists offer a critique of the Hollywood culture and lifestyle, highlighting the superficiality and materialism that prevails in the industry. They suggest that Hollywood dwells in a world of deception and illusion, where people pretend to be someone else, living for fame and fortune.
Overall, "Hollywood" is a scathing critique of the film industry's artificiality and obsession with image, money, and superficiality.
Line by Line Meaning
Damn, Hollywood, land of how you do's
Out here in Hollywood you see so many games
Movie stars, take two's, lights, camera
Characters with so many names and faces
Where's my leadin' lady?
Counterfeit to the core, the bullshit they believe
I get a migraine tryin' to decipher who's who
When the life of the trife. Who can you believe?
When the life of the trife [Incomprehensible]
Who can you believe?
Who can you believe?
May be my folks Craine and Dean
What you wearin', how many carats?
You ain't gangsta
What you drivin', don't worry about what I'm in
My clothes ain't tight on me
What you makin', nigga, what's the price on you?
You where nut huggers and drink Christian Brothers with fake ID
Look at your chain, call that ice, homie?
A fraud ain't shit to me, a skinny broad is a bitch to me
You ain't gangsta, my clothes ain't tight on me
You where nut huggers and drink Christian Brothers with fake ID
You where nut huggers and drink Christian Brothers with fake ID
A fraud ain't shit to me, a skinny broad is a bitch to me
A fraud ain't shit to me, a skinny broad is a bitch to me
Get a little fame and change up, fake gangsta
Hollywood made up bitch niggas, straight up
And them black born and stuck, fucked
And them black born and stuck, fucked
It's hard to breathe with no love, no freight touch
It's hard to breathe with no love, no freight touch
I make hits daily, need a few? I got 'em
I make hits daily, need a few? I got 'em
I coulda loaned you one or two. But Aftermath bought 'em, ironic ain't it?
I'm the CEO, judge, jury and the plaintiff
Sayin' fuck Hollywood
Hollywood
Who are you, what you'll say you'll do. And why you let them get the best of you?
Who are you, what you'll say you'll do
And why you let them get the best of you?
And why you let them get the best of you?
I know you call it V.I.P. But let me tell you what it means to me
I know you call it V.I.P.
But let me tell you what it means to me
But let me tell you what it means to me
Somebody tossed you some game, with some fame and you burned your back. Motherfucker, how lame is that?
Somebody tossed you some game, with some fame and you burned your back
Motherfucker, how lame is that?
Motherfucker, how lame is that
Even arranged for you pains to exist and beyond the map. Oh high as a diddy ass bugie niggas, actin' like video bitches
Even arranged for you pains to exist and beyond the map
Oh high as a diddy ass bugie niggas, actin' like video bitches
Oh high as a diddy ass bugie niggas, actin' like video bitches
You ain't pimpin', you switchin' and Hollywierd livin', bullshittin'
You ain't pimpin', you switchin' and Hollywierd livin', bullshittin'
Got no time for time for that. Cut, print, check the gate, that's a wrap
Got no time for time for that
Cut, print, check the gate, that's a wrap
Cut, print, check the gate, that's a wrap
And if one more rude Hollywood bugie bitch steps to me. High steppin' like she better than me. I'ma put it to her direct one and correctly, like this
And if one more rude Hollywood bugie bitch steps to me
High steppin' like she better than me
High steppin' like she better than me
See, if you knows when too damn hard to see. That a real girl cut bitches all the way to [Incomprehensible]
See, if you knows when too damn hard to see
That a real girl cut bitches all the way to [Incomprehensible]
That a real girl cut bitches all the way to [Incomprehensible]
(Hey, are you a model, actress?). Save your drama for the movies
(Hey, are you a model, actress?)
Save your drama for the movies
Save your drama for the movies
That role you play, is it the life you live?
That role you play, is it the life you live?
Are you one hundred percent positive. Or did you just forget when you got here?
Are you one hundred percent positive
Or did you just forget when you got here?
Or did you just forget when you got here?
To this place of the misguided, them niggas tryin' to blend in
To this place of the misguided, them niggas tryin' to blend in
Hollywood
Yeah, but the Truth Hurts
Hollywood, Hollywood
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Written by: OLIVER JAO SMITH
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