Lyrics

[Chorus: André 3000] 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 I'm a star Yeah, and I don't have to go to Hollywood 'Cause Hollywood come through my neighborhood with cameras on I really think they're stealing from us like a sample song I really wish one day we'd take it back like Hammer's home The hurricane come and took my Louisiana home And all I got in return was a durn country song This whole country wrong Oh, but you right if you just put a little ice on And cut your mic on, but you don't even write songs But Hollywood make you spit like a python, I meant cobra I'm so not sober, I'm high like a Hollywood Coffee or soda, you can call me a roller Hold up, your grill's glistenin' Spent a hundred thousand on mine to feel different What's the real sense of it? "Bling Bling," I know, and did you know I'm the creator of the term, I just straightened the perm They let it sit too long, they just makin' it burn Make a movie of our lifestyle, but they earn Like a dead body burned on the mantle piece That's why I try not to lie on wax like this candle grease And I be's the little ****, cooler than anti-freeze Defrost on your window pane – Li'l Wayne But in Hollywood it's "Litt-le Wayne," don't make me none So that's why I got a pre-nup I do [Chorus: André 3000] 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 (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: André 3000] A is for Adamsville B is for Bowen Homes See if I give a **** if you like me, you know I don't If she ain't got a good head on her, leave that ** alone If she do got some good head on her, let her sing a song D is for what I serve, I don't be on no curb She ain't no junkie neither, I ain't no dope dealer But she keep coming back, 3 Stacks must be some **** You put that **** in her lap, she ain't know how to act Now that I've got your undivided attention, I'm Gonna say this and run, under condition one: Promise me you gon' stack, promise me you gon' ball Promise me you'll invest three-fourth of it all (Man, for what?) So your kids' kids' kids can have some cheese Can't get with it? Get, get, get, get, get on your knees 'Cause "wealth" is the word (Yep) "Rich" is 'round the corner from the curb Don't like what I write? Shoot me a bird (Starts off-) [Verse 3: Big Boi] Tenth grade, the way was paved for me and Dré to create Like Dr. Frankenstein of arts and crafts Now could we make a, a difference? Antwan Patton and André Benjamin Been jammin' for you crabbing rap **** and journalists That's quick to misprint public and private business Then retract back for deaf ears and think it's dismissed Part two, the sequel, all-new 'Kast, just ain't the same Gang of nerds on the internet slandering your name Behind that screen name, they're lame and their life is pretty plain M&M's with no nuts, won't show up face-to-face Straight ****-made – like puppies on the nipples of a mutt Address it on a case-by-case basis, like the judge What about these lyin' *** **** tryin' to plot? Or these **** on the block who want the queen? (****, please) But even she can walk, we'll miss her, we ain't gon' fake it But God don't make mistakes, must be something bigger waiting [Chorus: André 3000] 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 4: Snoop Dogg] I do – love you, but you hate me at the same time Lights, camera, action, it's 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, and take you there And me and you together, baby, we a lucky pair It's 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 the catfights Domestic violence — is that right? But you love the Dogg, gave me the spotlight And now I'm 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 it's so messy, straight cut out and left me [Outro: André 3000 & Snoop Dogg] (Starts off like a small town marriage) Hollywood divorce All the fresh styles always start off as a good little hood thing (Lovely wife, and life; baby carriage) Look at Blues, Rock, Jazz, Rap... (Now all the stars have cars; success, of course) Not even talkin' about music Everything else, too (But it ends in Hollywood divorce) By the time it reach Hollywood, it's over (Hollywood divorce) But it's cool We just keep it goin' and make new **** Take our game, take our name Give us a little fame And then they kick us to the curb, that's a cold thang