[{"id":13759699,"name":"Hollywood","trackName":"Hollywood","artistName":"L.Dre","albumName":"Funk With Me","duration":178.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Damn, Hollywood, land of how you do's Movie stars,\ntake two's, lights, camera Where's my leadin' lady?\nOut here in Hollywood you see so many games Characters with so many\nnames and faces Counterfeit to the core,\nthe bullshit they believe I get a migraine tryin' to decipher who's\nwho When the life of the trife\nWho can you believe?\nMay be my folks Craine and Dean What you wearin', how many carats?\nWhat you drivin',\ndon't worry about what I'm in What you\nmakin', nigga, what's the price on you?\nLook at your chain, call that ice, homie?\nYou ain't gangsta, my clothes ain't tight on me You where nut huggers\nand drink Christian Brothers with fake ID A fraud ain't shit to me,\na skinny broad is a bitch to me Get a little fame and change up,\nfake gangsta Hollywood made up bitch niggas,\nstraight up And them black born and stuck,\nfucked It's hard to breathe with no love,\nno freight touch I make hits daily, need a few?\nI got 'em I coulda loaned you one or two\nBut Aftermath bought 'em, ironic ain't it?\nI'm the CEO, judge, jury and the plaintiff Sayin' f*ck Hollywood Who\nare you, what you'll say you'll do\nAnd why you let them get the best of you?\nHollywood I know you call it V.\nI.\nP.\nBut let me tell you what it means to me It's Hollywood Somebody\ntossed you some game With some fame and you burned your back\nMotherfucker, how lame is that Even arranged for you pains to exist\nand beyond the map Oh high as a diddy ass bugie niggas,\nactin' like video bitches You ain't pimpin',\nyou switchin' and Hollywierd livin',\nbullshittin' Got no time for time for that Cut, print, check the gate,\nthat's a wrap And if one more rude Hollywood bugie bitch steps to me\nHigh steppin' like she better than me I'ma put it to her direct one\nand correctly, like this See,\nif you knows when too damn hard to see That a real\ngirl cut bitches all the way to [Incomprehensible] (\nHey, are you a model, actress?\n) Save your drama for the movies That\nrole you play, is it the life you live?\nAre you one hundred percent positive\nOr did you just forget when you got here?\nTo this place of the misguided,\nthem niggas tryin' to blend in Hollywood Who are you,\nwhat you'll say you'll do And why you let it get the best of you?\nHollywood I get you call it V.\nI.\nP.\nBut let me tell you what it means to me It's\nHollywood Yeah, but the Truth Hurts Hollywood, Hollywood","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Hollywood\n  artist: L.Dre\n  album: Funk With Me\n  duration_ms: 178000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Damn, Hollywood, land of how you do's Movie stars,\n  take two's, lights, camera Where's my leadin' lady?\n  Out here in Hollywood you see so many games Characters with so many\n  names and faces Counterfeit to the core,\n  the bullshit they believe I get a migraine tryin' to decipher who's\n  who When the life of the trife\n  Who can you believe?\n  May be my folks Craine and Dean What you wearin', how many carats?\n  What you drivin',\n  don't worry about what I'm in What you\n  makin', nigga, what's the price on you?\n  Look at your chain, call that ice, homie?\n  You ain't gangsta, my clothes ain't tight on me You where nut huggers\n  and drink Christian Brothers with fake ID A fraud ain't shit to me,\n  a skinny broad is a bitch to me Get a little fame and change up,\n  fake gangsta Hollywood made up bitch niggas,\n  straight up And them black born and stuck,\n  fucked It's hard to breathe with no love,\n  no freight touch I make hits daily, need a few?\n  I got 'em I coulda loaned you one or two\n  But Aftermath bought 'em, ironic ain't it?\n  I'm the CEO, judge, jury and the plaintiff Sayin' f*ck Hollywood Who\n  are you, what you'll say you'll do\n  And why you let them get the best of you?\n  Hollywood I know you call it V.\n  I.\n  P.\n  But let me tell you what it means to me It's Hollywood Somebody\n  tossed you some game With some fame and you burned your back\n  Motherfucker, how lame is that Even arranged for you pains to exist\n  and beyond the map Oh high as a diddy ass bugie niggas,\n  actin' like video bitches You ain't pimpin',\n  you switchin' and Hollywierd livin',\n  bullshittin' Got no time for time for that Cut, print, check the gate,\n  that's a wrap And if one more rude Hollywood bugie bitch steps to me\n  High steppin' like she better than me I'ma put it to her direct one\n  and correctly, like this See,\n  if you knows when too damn hard to see That a real\n  girl cut bitches all the way to [Incomprehensible] (\n  Hey, are you a model, actress?\n  ) Save your drama for the movies That\n  role you play, is it the life you live?\n  Are you one hundred percent positive\n  Or did you just forget when you got here?\n  To this place of the misguided,\n  them niggas tryin' to blend in Hollywood Who are you,\n  what you'll say you'll do And why you let it get the best of you?\n  Hollywood I get you call it V.\n  I.\n  P.\n  But let me tell you what it means to me It's\n  Hollywood Yeah, but the Truth Hurts Hollywood, Hollywood\n"}]