My Hollywood Name Is Mr. La La

Yes, I am your chosen kingpin
My Hollywood name is Mr. La La  
I don't need to listen to scum  
Because all ya barber is blah blah  
I take whatever hood rat that want to come  
Just don't try and steal my hard earned bling bling  
  
You're so friggin dope. Well thank ya my beloved sister girly  
You remind me of an ex Brady, she too was a dirty little birdie  
Come into my crib and I shall show ya the best time  
Grab a smoke and choke on that hot pot, it won't cost ya a dime  
   
Ride by done, while on kids bicycles are just so insane, it seems  
Leaves images I witnessed, carved into my crazy nightly dreams  
The wild streets aren't designed for everybody out there, but me  
That's why they invented plain old grey sidewalks, for free  
   
I feel totally naked without it, I'm not a bad arse dirty turtle  
That's what my momma once said, but even I'm shell shocked, can ya tell?  
But what you see, is what it really means, or so it should  
So yes! It's good to be the king of the whole damn hood  
   
One day I spilt the beans on some loyal corner crew boys  
I tell the popo, I know that's so lo lo, but they killed using one of my toys  
If your not encouraged in life as a child, like most of us  
You'll always be in a cage as an adult, so what's the big fuss?  
   
Attacking Mr Bigs crib and forced his family out, without a touch of doubt  
Nobody likes a smelly snitch, for they will be hunted down and blacked out  
They chose a new leader of the team and told him, you better be able to cope  
But he was a brother, who never really new how to tie up all the loose rope  
   
I came on back and killed the whole damn hood  
A true gangsta has pride and does what he should  
I just rode on by in my sleek black low riding convertible Jaguar cat  
Shot up and even sliced up all those former niggas of mine, and that's that.