Hollywood Divorce (feat. Lil Wayne & Snoop Dogg)

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

(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 sampled song

I really wish one day we take it back like Hammer's home

The hurricane come and took my Louisiana home

And all I got in return was a darn 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 diffferent

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 making it burn

Make a movie of our lifestyle

But they earn like a dead body burned on the mantlepiece

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

Lil Wayne, but in Hollywood it's Little Wayne

Don't make me none

So that's why I got a pre-nup

I do

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

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 comin' back

3 Stacks must be some crack

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

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

Rich is 'round the corner from the curb

Don't like what I write? Shoot me a bird

Tenth grade the way was paved for me and Dre to create

Like Dr. Frankenstein of arts and crafts

Now could we make a difference?

Antoine Patton and Andre 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 cast

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&Ms 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' and hoes tryin' to plot?

All 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

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

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, take you there

And me and you together, baby, we a lucky pair

It's been a long time, we walk a thin line

Others say they got you, but you been mine

As I sit back and watch all the cat fights

Domestic violence, is that right?

But you love the Dogg, gave me the spotlight

And now I'm growing 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

Hollywood divorce

All the fresh styles always start off as a good little hood thing

Look at blues, rock, jazz, rap

Not even talking about music, everything else, too

By the time it reach Hollywood it's over

But it's cool

We just keep it going 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 thing