Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

Chorus 1

Starts off like a small-town marri-age;

 Lovely wife and life, baby carri-age.

 Now all the stars have cars, success of course,

 But it ends in Holly-wood divorce, Holly-wood divorce.

Verse 1

(Lil' Wayne):

And I'm a star...

Yeah, and I don't have to go to Hollywood,

Cuz Hollywood come thru my neighbourhood 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 hom'.

The hurricane come and took my Lilweezyana 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 cre-ator 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 mantlepiece,

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

 And I be's the little nigga, cooler than anti-freeze;

 Defrost on your window pane, Lil' Wayne, but in Holly-wood,

It's "Little" Wayne; it don't make me numb,

 That's why I got a prenup... I do...

Chorus 2

Starts off like a small-town marri-age;

 Lovely wife and life, baby carri-age.

 Now all the stars have cars, success of course,

 But it ends in Holly-wood divorce, Holly-wood divorce.

Verse 2

(Andre 3000):

  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, get on your knees.

Cuz wealth is the word, riches '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 Dre to create,

 Like Dr. Frankenstein of arts and craft.

 Now could we make a-a-a difference; Antwan Patton and Andre Benjamin,

 Been jammin' for you rap niggas and journalists.

 That's quick to misprint public and private business,

 Then re-tract back for deaf ears and think it's dismissed.

 Part 2 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 ike 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; wait it.

Chorus 3

Starts off like a small-town marri-age;

 Lovely wife and life, baby carri-age.

 Now all the stars have cars, success of course,

 But it ends in Holly-wood divorce, Holly-wood 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, 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 were separated aww,

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.

Coda

(Andre 3000):

  Hollywood divorce.

All the fresh styles always start off as a good lil' hood thang.

Look at Blues, Rock, Jazz, Rap.

I ain't 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.

(Snoop Dogg):

Take our game, take our name, give us a little fame,

 And then they kick us to the curb; that's a cold thang...

(Fade)

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