Hollywood Smoke Hogan

(album: Cuz I Felt Like It - 2012)

Right
I got two zips. Two bitches with tounge rings who suck a dick
Young nigga tryna get rich
I used to be skinny but I used to be broke too
I guess that matters

Righttttttttttttt
You know my slogan: Hollywood Smoke Hogan
I ain't good with the slick talk, I put hands on you like I'm molding
And I ain't talking bout no vase nigga; tommy hitman hearns, I hit hard nigga
This that Clinton Correctional flow, shit a nigga got bars nigga
Welcome to the Wreck Shop. Too much hard, that's what got my nigga Reck shot
Came in this bitch just to get guap, lil' nigga I make the back of yo' neck hot
I got a flight in a few. To the bank is my next stop
Pot in the air, know the Jets out
Lil' bitch over there bout to pass out
Smoker's Club OG rose gold, big face Rollie
My little man came whipping in the stolee and I'm still on the corner like Bodie (Huuuh?)
If you book me, I hope you got the Fire Marshalls right there
'Cause the Kushed God's a non-smoking biddy's worst nightmare