Hoodie Allen - Movie Lyrics
[Verse:]She got an a* like her mama's, call that Julia RobertsThis pretty lady is crazy cause she addicted to dramaI'm trying to keep it romantic, I'm like Matthew McconaughDon't need to be a detective to figure out that she want itShe ride around in a Cadi, probably bought by her fatherShe loves to listen to oldies and wear her hair like MadonnaShe tell her dad I'm a doctor, I think that she cluelessI only play one on tv like I'm a young George ClooneyDawg I was destined for movies, getting better when olderYou need to get (get) that (that) dirt off your shoulderIf you are slacking a bunch, pack it upGot a Wahlberg flow, packing a punchBilly Madison I'm never packing a lunchBut I'm eating y'all raps cause you snacking it muchI'm just a fighter, an All-American psycho rapperI'm Minnie Driver, these girls crazy, there ain't no afterI'm on that Casablanca, watch out homie this is classicMy life reality television, ain't no one acting[Hook:]The city can be mineBut you just need to stop and learn your linesHey girl, well let's make a movieYou can be my leading lady beautyGrab your camera, don't be shyThings ain't always black and whiteWe can make this world into our movie[Verse 2:]These people asking me questions, they like "how did you do it?"Now the way we blowing up, it's like a Michael Bay movieI got a beautiful mind, so got these beautiful womenThey say you win some and lose some but all I'm doing is winningMy life like Benjamin Button, let's go back to the futureAnd start it back in 2000 with just a mic and computerI was just writing these raps, trying to bring the whole city with meI went from being Home Alone and now I'm Richie, RichieI put my old life behind me, jumped in front of the cameraI got these honeys going crazy, call that Jessica AlbaThese other rappers are like how come they can't get to where I did Ring, here come Johnny homie I'm shiningI got bad b*s on my d*k, clips homie I'm grindingIt's so dope, they go home to Tivo and rewind itStruggling rappers are acting like they some waiters nowThey busy watching me make it homie, you wait around[Hook:][Bridge:]Is it your eyes? Is it your hair?Is it your look? Is it your stare?I swear the camera love, love, love, loveI swear the camera love youIs it your eyes? Is it your hair?Is it your look? Is it your stare?I'm trying to cut, cutOh this is the cut, the director's cut[Hook:]Hey girl, well let's make a movieYou can be my leading lady beautyGrab your camera, don't be shyThings ain't always black and whiteWe can make this world into our movie[Outro:]Now let the horns play.
