Lyrical Breakdown of Hollywood (feat. Truth Hurts) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hollywood (feat. Truth Hurts)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Dr. Dre weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Hollywood (feat. Truth Hurts)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Dr. Dre employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Damn, Hollywood, land of how you do's Movie stars, take two's, lights, camera Where's my leadin' lady? Out here in Hollywood you see so many games Characters with so many names and faces Counterfeit to the core, the bullshit they believe I get a migraine tryin' to decipher who's who When the life of the trife [Incomprehensible] Who can you believe? May be my folks Craine and Dean What you wearin', how many carats? What you drivin', don't worry about what I'm in What you makin', nigga, what's the price on you? Look at your chain, call that ice, homie? You ain't gangsta, my clothes ain't tight on me You where nut huggers and drink Christian Brothers with fake ID A fraud ain't shit to me, a skinny broad is a bitch to me Get a little fame and change up, fake gangsta Hollywood made up bitch niggers, straight up And them black born and stuck, fucked It's hard to breathe with no love, no freight touch I make hits daily, need a few? I got 'em I coulda loaned you one or two But Aftermath bought 'em, ironic ain't it? I'm the CEO, judge, jury and the plaintiff Sayin' fuck Hollywood Who are you, what you'll say you'll do And why you let them get the best of you? Hollywood I know you call it V.I.P. But let me tell you what it means to me It's Hollywood Somebody tossed you some game With some fame and you burned your back Motherfucker, how lame is that Even arranged for you pains to exist and beyond the map Oh high as a diddy ass bugie niggas, actin' like video bitches You ain't pimpin', you switchin' and Hollywierd livin', bullshittin' Got no time for time for that Cut, print, check the gate, that's a wrap And if one more rude Hollywood bugie bitch steps to me High steppin' like she better than me I'ma put it to her direct one and correctly, like this See, if you knows when too damn hard to see That a real girl cut bitches all the way to [Incomprehensible] (Hey, are you a model, actress?) Save your drama for the movies That role you play, is it the life you live? Are you one hundred percent positive Or did you just forget when you got here? To this place of the misguided, them niggers tryin' to blend in Hollywood Who are you, what you'll say you'll do And why you let it get the best of you? Hollywood I get you call it V.I.P. But let me tell you what it means to me It's Hollywood Yeah, but the Truth Hurts Hollywood, Hollywood