[Chorus]
Starts off like a small town marriage
Lovely wife and life, baby carriage
Now all the stars have cars, success of course
But it ends in Hollywood divorce, Hollywood divorce
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
And Im a start
Yea, and I dont have to go to Hollywood
Cause Hollywood come through my neighborhood with cameras on
I really think theyre stealin from us like a sample song
I really wish one day wed take it back like Hammers home
The hurricane come and took my Louisiana home
And all I got in return was a darn country song
This whole country wrong
What would you write if you just put a little ice on
And cut your mic on
But you dont even write songs
But Hollywood make you spit like a python
I meant Cobra, Im so not sober
Im high like a Hollywood coffee or soda
You can call me a roller
Your grills glistenin
Spent a hundred thousand on mine to feel different
Whats the real sense of it?
Bling bling, I know
And did you know Im the creator of the term
I just straightened the perm
Aint let it sit too long, they just makin it burn
And make a movie of our lifestyle
But they earn like a dead body burned on a mantlepiece
Thats why I try not to lie on wax like this candle grease
And I bes the little nigga
Cooler than anti-freeze defrost on your window pane - Lil Wayne
But in Hollywood its Litt-le Wayne
Dont make me nut
So thats why I got a pre-nup
I do
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Andre 3000]
Yeah, Yeah
A is for Adamsville
B is Bowen Homes
See if I give a fuck if you like me you know I dont
If she aint got a good head on her leave that ho alone
If she do got some good head on her let her sing a song
D is for what I serve, I dont be on no curb
She aint no junkie neither, I aint no dope dealer
But she keep comin back three stacks must be some crack
Put that pipe in her lap, she aint know how to act
Now that Ive got your undivided attention Im
Gonna say this and run under condition one
Promise me you gon stack, promise me you gon ball
Promise me youll invest three fourths of it all
For what? So your kids, kids, kids can have some cheese
Cant get with it? Get get get get get on your knees
Cause wealth is the word
Rich is round the corner from the curb
Dont like what I write? Shoot me a bird
[Verse 3: Big Boi]
(Starts off)
Tenth grade, the way was pave for me and Dre. to create
Like Dr. Frankenstein the arts and crafts
Now could we make a difference
Antoine Patton and Andre Benjamin
Been jammin for you crabbing rap niggaz and journalists
Thats quick to misprint public and private business
Then retract back for deaf ears and think its dismissed
Part two the sequel all new Kast
Just aint the same gang of nerds on the internet
Slanndering your name behind that screen name
Theyre lame and their life is pretty plain
M&Ms with no nuts
Wont show up face-to-face straight bitch made
Like puppies on the nipples of a mutt
Address it on a case-by-case basis like the judge
What about these lyin ass hoes tryin to plot
Or these niggaz on the block who want the queen (Nigga please)
But even she can walk well miss her we aint gon fake it
But God dont make mistakes must be something bigger waiting
[Chorus]
[Verse 4: Snoop Dogg]
I do, love you but you hate me at the same time
Lights, camera, action, its game time
Do you take this here as your lovely wife?
To love her and cherish her for all your life?
I solemnly swear to dare share take you there
And me and you together baby we a lucky pair
Its been a long time, we walked a thin line
Others say they got you but you been mine
As I sit back and watch all them cat fights
Domestic violence - is that right?
But you love the dogg, gave me the spotlight
And now Im growin up, showin up, blowin up
I never ever thought that we would separate at all
But you played me like a game of football
Used to feed me, need me, dress me
Now its so messy straight cut out and left me
[Andre 3000]
Hollywood divorce
All the fresh styles always start off as a good little hood thing
Look at blues, rock, jazz, rap
Not even talkin about music
Everything else too
By the time it reach Hollywood its over
But its cool
We just keep it goin and make new shit
[Snoop Dogg]
Take our game, take our name
Give us a little fame
And then they kick us to the curb thats a cold thang

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