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conversations.value: Write me a song called HollyWeezy with the following description: 9th Track off Weezy’s 2015 mixtape Sorry 4 The Wait 2. This song is about how Weezy isn’t ever going to go “Hollywood”. He grew up in a district of New Orleans called Hollygrove. Hence why he’s too “Hollygrove to go Hollywood”. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro]
  Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood
  Uhh
  [Chorus]
  Hollygrove, Hollywood, Hollygrove, Hollywood
  Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood
  [Verse 1]
  Find out where your parents stay
  Tell my goons to go straight to your momma room
  What's in your pockets? What's in your pocketbook?
  We think the Bible's a comic book
  Bitch this Hollygrove, too far from Hollywood
  Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood
  I got cocaine that's so good, need a name? Call it "Milk"
  Because milk does the body good
  I got this heat on my waist
  So somebody better monitor the thermometer
  I just eat pussy and pussy-ass niggas all day
  And I ain't even kinda full
  [Chorus]
  Hollygrove, Hollywood, Hollygrove, Hollywood
  Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood [Verse 2]
  Woo! I went from Bourbon to Beverly Hills
  Show me your tits
  I'll show you my weapon and grill and heaven is real
  I get an actress into my bedroom
  She lay down and say, "Let's make a film"
  I be like, "Action," I hold her head down by her neck
  This how breathtaking feel
  Family first, you'll get your family killed, that's if you squeal
  Pop-pop
  , close range, hold that gun
  Like the photographer hold the camera still
  Bad bitch riding my dick
  She swerve 'cause another bitch grabbing the wheel
  I ask 'em to chill, they both look at me, say "Shut up"
  I say "My lips are sealed..."
  Oooh!
   I come from Hollygrove, I done went Hollywood
  I was a match made in Heaven
  When
   Hell was a pile of wood
  I run through Hell with gasoline drawers on
  Stop, tell the Devil that God is good
  Entrepreneur in a Bentley droptop Azure
  Vagina connoisseur out the hood
  I come from Hollygrove, every day Halloween
  We shoot your block up and just say we shot a scene
  This is a robbery, I let the chopper squeeze
  Turn you to cottage cheese
  Been on my beast since I was wearing Wallabees
  Where paparazzi? I need my privacy
  Fuck your photography, I react violently
  Make sure your camera get my good side of me, Lord!
  I come from Hollygrove
  Hollywood should make a movie 'bout Hollygrove
  Woo! Whoever play me
  Should get a Oscar and a Golden Globe
  This ain’t no movie, this is real shit
  I don’t need a script 'cause I know my role
  My Hollywood bitch just overdosed
  All
   she could snort, more coke than Pinocchio
  I come from the streets
  But got "superstar" written all over my face
  That's why these hoes in my face
  I come from Hollygrove
  I moved to Hollywood just to Californicate
  Bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop
  I ain't finished shooting, tell 'em don't check the gate [Chorus]
  Hollygrove, Hollywood, Hollygrove, Hollywood
  Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood
  Hollygrove, Hollywood, Hollygrove, Hollywood
  Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood
  Fall asleep to the gunshots
  Wake up and smell the embalming fluid
  I come from Hollygrove, my bitch from Hollywood
  When I fuck her she say "Hallelujah!"
  Hollygrove too far from Hollywood
  Ohh, but I done went Hollywood
  [Verse 3]
  Hollygrove, Hollywood, Hollygrove, Hollywood
  Hollygrove ain't far from H-Town
  We used to drive back and forth with the work praying
  "Lord please don’t let this car break down"
  Hahahaha
  H-Town! Lord, I done went from Hollygrove to H-Town
  Hollygrove to Houston
  Got a bad 5th Ward bitch that be boostin'
  Sometimes she doze off, that’s the lean, I excuse it
  She said "If it ain't 
  ch-chopped and screwed
  , it ain't music"
  She say I never take her out, we went to eat at Houston's
  Sometimes I doze off, that's the lean, I'm just snoozin'
  I still got Actavis, nigga, that's exclusive
  Kill you for a pint, that's a PT Cruiser
  I see way too many hoes in my future
  I'm gon' nail all them hoes, I'm Freddy Krueger
  Grew up on Bun B, Pimp C was my tutor
  Pimp Squad for life, had to do this for Houston
  Hollygrove ain't far from H-town
  We used to drive back and forth with the work
  Praying the car don’t break down
  Ohhh, Hollygrove ain’t far from H-town
  We used to drive back and forth
  With, codeine, cocaine, the pills, and pounds
  Yeah, and we got back home safe and sound
  If you got pulled over you don't give police no names
  Or get killed and never found
  Word, but I kept some money to bail out
  Momma used to say if I ever get caught
  They gon' put me under the jailhouse
  Damn, I'm too Hollygrove to go Hollywood
  One to the chest with this chopper
  Leave you with just arms and a head like a octopus
  I got this chopper protecting my livelihood
  I'm so good, I'm so straight, I'm secure [Chorus]
  Hollygrove, Hollywood, Hollygrove
  Too Hollygrove to go Hollywood
  [Outro]
  Cut