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J. Cole Lyrics


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Hollywood Cole
Go
Ay Hollywood
Hollywood Cole
Go

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
Ay let me tell you 'bout it
Man fuck them nigga I come back
Ay 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 say"
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 faker than anime
Me I never hate, get cake like Anna Mae, woah
Eat the cake bitch, eat the damn cake
Fuck good nigga we demand great
Order Dominoes and she take off all her clothes
Nigga you know how it goes, make the pizza man wait
The best kept secret
Even hoes try and keep it and I leak the damn tape
Rest in peace any nigga want beef
Even secret service couldn't keep the man safe

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

Get off my dick, woah
(Get the fuck off my dick)
Get off my dick, woah
(Get the fuck off my dick nigga)
Get off my dick, bitch, woah
(Get the fuck off my dick)
Get off my dick, woah

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
This is the part that the thugs skip
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 learn a lot about 'em
When we long for 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 breath 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 1 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, 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 there a nigga in the club singing

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

Get off my dick
But ain't a 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
Singing this song yeah
Song yeah, song song yeah

The make up
This shit is retarded
Why every rich black nigga gotta be famous
Why every broke black nigga gotta be brainless
That's a stereotype
Driven by some people up in Ariel Heights
Here's a scenario
Young Cole pockets is fat like little Terrio
Dreamville, give us a year we'll be on every show
Yeah fuck nigga I'm very sure
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 can test, you can test, I'mma stretch niggas out
Ooh I'mma stretch niggas out
That go for all y'all if I left niggas out




This shit for everybody on my testicle
Please make sure you put the rest in your mouth, ho

Overall Meaning

In J. Cole's song "G.O.M.D.," he uses the opening lines to assert his position in the music industry. He claims that he put his city on the map and that people have doubted his ability to return to his roots. In response, he uses his talent and success to prove his naysayers wrong. Cole's lyrics are seen as both braggadocious and empowering. He urges his listeners to not back down or be afraid of their talents or goals. In the chorus, Cole explicitly tells his haters to "get off his dick" and stop trying to bring him down.


In the second verse of the song, Cole showcases the emotional vulnerability that has made him a beloved artist. He talks about relationships and love, and how he's changed since becoming successful. In particular, he comments on the lack of public love songs in the industry and laments the way in which black men are stereotyped in the music industry. The song ends with a reference to Cole's hometown of Fayetteville, North Carolina, as he proclaims himself the best in the South.


Line by Line Meaning

You wanna know just where I'm at
You're curious about my current situation


Well let me tell you 'bout it
Allow me to explain it to you


I put my city on the map
I gained recognition for representing my hometown


They tryna say I can't come back
Some people are suggesting that I am no longer welcomed


Ay let me tell you 'bout it
Allow me to elaborate on this situation


Man fuck them nigga I come back
I disregard their opinions and still return


I wanna tell you 'bout it
I have a story to share with you


Hands up, everybody run
Everyone should flee and be cautious


Cole outside and he say he got a gun
I am outside and asserting my possession of a gun


Niggas like 'man that's what everybody say'
People are skeptical and dismissive because it's a common statement


Go and pop the trunk and everybody dead
I will open the trunk and cause everyone to die


Everybody scared of the nigga
Everyone is afraid of me


Aware that the nigga is better
They acknowledge that I am superior


All my bitches the pick of the litter
All the women I associate with are the best choices


Never bitter
I do not hold grudges


Niggas is faker than anime
People are more fake than animated television shows


Me I never hate, get cake like Anna Mae, woah
I never hold grudges, I focus on making money like Anna Mae (Tina Turner)


Eat the cake bitch, eat the damn cake
Indulge in life's pleasures, enjoy it


Fuck good nigga we demand great
We do not settle for mediocrity, we expect excellence


Order Dominoes and she take off all her clothes
I order pizza and she gets undressed


Nigga you know how it goes, make the pizza man wait
You're already familiar with this scenario, we'll make the pizza delivery person wait


The best kept secret
I am the most well-hidden secret


Even hoes try and keep it and I leak the damn tape
Even promiscuous women try to keep my secret but I expose it


Rest in peace any nigga want beef
I wish death upon anyone who wants to start a conflict


Even secret service couldn't keep the man safe
Even the highest level of protection couldn't ensure his safety


I said to the window, to the wall
I expressed myself in a confrontational manner


My nigga ride when I call
My closest friend supports me when I need him


Got bitches all in my mind
I have many women occupying my thoughts


Fuck nigga blocking my shine
Someone is hindering my success


I know the reason you feel the way
I understand why you have negative feelings


I know just who you wan' be
I'm aware of your desired identity


So everyday I thank the man upstairs
Every day, I express gratitude to a higher power


That I ain't you and you ain't me
I appreciate that we are not the same for various reasons


Man fuck them niggas I come home and I don't tell nobody
I disregard those people when I return home and keep it to myself


They gettin' temporary dough and I don't tell nobody
They are acquiring temporary money, but I don't share this information with anyone


Lord will you tell me if I changed, I won't tell nobody
If I have changed, I ask for guidance from a higher power without revealing it to others


I wanna go back to Jermaine, and I won't tell nobody
I desire to return to my true self, but I keep it a secret


This is the part that the thugs skip
This is the section of the song that thugs usually disregard


Young nigga never had love
I, as a young man, never experienced love


You know, foot massage, back rub shit
I'm referring to romantic gestures like foot massages and back rubs


Blowing bubbles in the bathtub shit
Engaging in innocent activities like blowing bubbles in the bathtub


That is until I met you
Everything changed when I met you


Together we done watch years go by
We have witnessed the passing of many years together


Seen a river of your tears go by
I have witnessed you shedding countless tears


Got me thinkin' bout some kids, still I
It made me consider having children


Tell them hoes come through
I invite those women to come over


(The break up)
(Referring to the end of a romantic relationship)


Get to know somebody and you learn a lot about 'em
When you truly get to know someone, you discover many things about them


When we long for you, start to doubt 'em
When we yearn for someone, we begin to question their intentions


Tell yourself you better off without 'em
You convince yourself that you are better off without the person


Then in time you will find can't walk without 'em
Eventually, you realize that you cannot function without them


Can't talk without 'em, can't breath without 'em
You are unable to communicate or exist without them


Came here together, you can't leave without 'em
You came into this world with them, they can't leave without you


So you walk back in, make a scene about 'em
You return and create drama about them


On your Amerie it's just 1 thing about 'em
Like the song '1 Thing' by Amerie, there is something special about them


It's called love
The reason for all of this is love


Niggas don't sing about it no more
People don't express their feelings about love in music anymore


Don't nobody sing about it no more
No one in the music industry sings about love anymore


It's called love
The emotion is love


Niggas don't sing about it no more
People don't express their feelings about love in music anymore


Don't nobody sing about it no more
No one in the music industry sings about love anymore


(Nigga I don't sing about this shit no more)
(I personally don't sing about this stuff anymore)


But there a nigga in the club singing
However, there is a man in the club who is singing


Singing this song yeah
He is singing this specific song


Got all the bitches in the club singing
All the women in the club are also singing this song


Singing this song yeah
They are singing this particular song


And all they mamas let their kids sing it
Even their mothers allow their children to sing it


Sing this song yeah
They sing this song as well


The baby mamas and the mistresses
Both the mothers of his children and his adulterous partners


Singing this song yeah
They are also singing this song


Song yeah, song song yeah
This song, yes, this song


The make up
The process of reconciling


This shit is retarded
This situation is absurd


Why every rich black nigga gotta be famous
Why is it assumed that wealthy black men have to be well-known?


Why every broke black nigga gotta be brainless
Why is it presumed that poor black men lack intelligence?


That's a stereotype
Those are common generalizations


Driven by some people up in Ariel Heights
Propagated by individuals in a specific neighborhood


Here's a scenario
Allow me to present a hypothetical situation


Young Cole pockets is fat like little Terrio
I have a significant amount of money, similar to the child Terrio's popularity


Dreamville, give us a year we'll be on every show
In one year, my record label will be featured on every television program


Yeah fuck nigga I'm very sure
Yes, I am completely confident, you insignificant person


Fuck the rest I'm the best nigga out
Disregard everyone else, I am the most skilled individual


When I'm back home I'm the best in the South
When I return to my hometown, I am considered the best in the Southern region


When I'm in LA I'm the best in the West
When I am in Los Angeles, I am considered the best in the Western region


You can test, you can test, I'mma stretch niggas out
Feel free to challenge me, I will dominate and defeat my opponents


Ooh I'mma stretch niggas out
Oh yes, I will absolutely conquer my enemies


That go for all y'all if I left niggas out
This applies to all of you, even those not mentioned


This shit for everybody on my testicle
This is relevant to everyone connected to me


Please make sure you put the rest in your mouth, ho
Please remember to keep the rest of what I say in mind, you insignificant person




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: JONATHAN SMITH, ERIC JACKSON, DEONGELO HOLMES, JERMAINE COLE, RONALD GILMORE, DWIGHT ANDREWS

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@sandeepregmi5168

Lyrics:
Hollywood Cole
Go
Ay Hollywood
Hollywood Cole
Go

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
Ay let me tell you 'bout it
Man fuck them nigga I come back
Ay 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 say"
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 faker than anime
Me I never hate, get cake like Anna Mae, woah
Eat the cake bitch, eat the damn cake
Fuck good nigga we demand great
Order Dominoes and she take off all her clothes
Nigga you know how it goes, make the pizza man wait
The best kept secret
Even hoes try and keep it and I leak the damn tape
Rest in peace any nigga want beef
Even secret service couldn't keep the man safe

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

Get off my dick, woah
(Get the fuck off my dick)
Get off my dick, woah
(Get the fuck off my dick nigga)
Get off my dick, bitch, woah
(Get the fuck off my dick)
Get off my dick, woah

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
This is the part that the thugs skip
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 learn a lot about 'em
When we long for 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 breath 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 1 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, 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 there a nigga in the club singing

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

Get off my dick
But ain't a 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
Singing this song yeah
Song yeah, song song yeah

The make up
This shit is retarded
Why every rich black nigga gotta be famous
Why every broke black nigga gotta be brainless
That's a stereotype
Driven by some people up in Ariel Heights
Here's a scenario
Young Cole pockets is fat like little Terrio
Dreamville, give us a year we'll be on every show
Yeah fuck nigga I'm very sure
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 can test, you can test, I'mma stretch niggas out
Ooh I'mma stretch niggas out
That go for all y'all if I left niggas out
This shit for everybody on my testicle
Please make sure you put the rest in your mouth, ho



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