[Hook]
Show me the way, I'm tryna get to how to get from Memphis to Hollywood (Show me the way)
Show me the way, I'm tryna get to how to get from Memphis to Hollywood (So many ways)
Show me the way, I'm tryna get to how to get from Memphis to Hollywood
Show me the way, I'm tryna get to how to get from Memphis to Hollywood
[Verse 1: Koopsta Knicca]
They gave me my pocket papers, break it, don't save it later
Buried the Undertaker, but I'll take the Terminator
Label me Holy Dead, morph of the wicked cat
Now my close enemies say they sent out the Triple Six
I'll try to do me wrong, just have it going on
Struggling without a home, now the ghetto is where I roam
Roaming without no knowledge and walking with plenty charges
201 in my pocket for letters up in the province
Listen to what I'm saying, wishin me nigga dead
Wrestling without a bed, so I kicked it with blown heads
Had took a deal-deal, my nose took a sniff-sniff
Play no luck, get me in the club, but I took a trip, trip
Dead, I went full razz with no one to watch my back
People just give me that 30 yay, what's the smack, smack
Let that get finer, pitch up, drive surface with a level
Did it, keep back in the pistol, bitch, don't fuck with the Koopsta Knicca
[Hook]
Show me the way, I'm tryna get to how to get from Memphis to Hollywood (Show me the way)
Show me the way, I'm tryna get to how to get from Memphis to Hollywood (So many ways)
Show me the way, I'm tryna get to how to get from Memphis to Hollywood
Show me the way, I'm tryna get to how to get from Memphis to Hollywood
[Verse 2: Koopsta Knicca]
I'm tired of this County soup, this what the kumas do
Go to L.A. and cook on with Trey, man, I gotta move
Moving where life is better, women, it plenty pleasure
I stay here in Memphis and let they anchor it, brother, tell them
Better for me, you're dead, no Vipers, got no cash
So sick of these haters, they call, they runnin' out to the feds
I'm ready to call some stars, Koop's ridin' in luxury cars
Every good mother, mom, he holla, "Pull up, bud!"
I owe this to myself; it's good for my commonwealth
Get in some movies and put the Koopsta Knicc' on the map
Ain't breathing no bad ale, throwing no curly hair
I call back to Memphis and say, "What are you bitches doing down there?"
Don't tell me who went to jail, who fainted, don't call a cab
Who need me to make a bill? Who fucked with my old gal?
Tell me I'm gonna bust, that's what I call the funk
Especially when I came up, motherfuck, hang the phone up
Relax and chill mode, down the rig, don't get cold
Longer to get hold, my hoe up and still a fold
Hoe, and I'm gonna brag, ain't no more coming back
Oh, wait, man, we're doing bad, my baby just bought a Jag
Improving time speed, no one to hate on me
No other man to feed, how long we take, breathe
Eating and doing good, nitro up on the hood, let's get this understood
Koop, welcome to Hollywood