[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 durrn 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 nigga, 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 fuck if you like me, you know I don't
If she ain't 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 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 crack
You put that pipe 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 niggas 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 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 niggas on the block who want the queen?
(Nigga, 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 shit
Take our game, take our name
Give us a little fame
And then they kick us to the curb, that's a cold thang
