Hollywood Divorce Songtext / Lyric

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 wit cameras on

I really think they stealin' from us like a sampled song

I really wish one day we'd take it back like hammers 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 ya 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? uh, 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 urn

Like a dead body burned on the mantelpiece

That's why I try not to lie on wax like it's candle grease



And I be's the little nigga, cooler than antifreeze

Defrost on your window pane, Lil' Wayne

But in Hollywood it's "Little" Wayne

It don't make me numb, so that's why I got a prenumb

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 Home

C 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, three 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 kid's kid's kids can have some cheese

Can't get wit it? Git git, git git, git on your knees

'Cause wealth is the word, riches '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-a-a difference?

Antwan Patton and André Benjamin

Been jammin' for you cabin rap niggas and journalists



That's quick to misprint public and private business

Then retract back for deaf ears and think it's dismissed

- 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&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 tryna 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



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 and 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 goin' 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 lil' hood thang

Look at Blues, Rock, Jazz, Rap

Not even talkin' about music, everything else too

By the time it reach Hollywood it's over

But it's cool, we just keep it goin', 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