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Hollywood Divorce by OutKast feat. Lil Wayne feat. Snoop Dogg
Hollywood Divorce
Em D
Starts off like a small-town marriage,
C Bm
Lovely wife and life, baby carriage,
Am G
Now all the stars have cars, success of course,
F Em
But it ends in Hollywood divorce, Hollywood divorce
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 start
Yea, and I don't have to go to Hollywood
'Cause Hollywood come through my neighborhood with cameras on
I really think they're stealin' 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 darn country song
This whole country wrong
What would you write 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
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
Ain't let it sit too long, they just makin' it burn
And make a movie of our lifestyle
But they earn like a dead body burned on a mantlepiece
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 - Lil Wayne
But in Hollywood it's Litt-le Wayne
Don't make me nut
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
Yeah, Yeah
A is for Adamsville
B is 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 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 fourths 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 pave for me and Dre. to create
Like Dr. Frankenstein the arts and crafts
Now could we make a difference
Antoine Patton and Andre Benjamin
Been jammin' for you crabbing rap niggaz 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
Slanndering 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 niggaz 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 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 them cat fights
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
Hollywood divorce
All the fresh styles always start off as a good little hood thing
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' 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
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version 2
Intro:
Em D, Cmaj7 B7, Cmaj7, D, Cmaj7, B7
Chorus 1:
Em D
Starts off like a small-town marri-age;
Cmaj7 B7
Lovely wife and life, baby carri-age.
Cmaj7 D
Now all the stars have cars, success of course,
Cmaj7 B7
But it ends in Holly-wood divorce, Holly-wood divorce.
Verse 1:
(Lil' Wayne):
And I'm a star...
Em
Yeah, and I don't have to go to Hollywood,
D
Cuz Hollywood come thru my neighbourhood wit cameras on,
Cmaj7
I really think they stealin' from us like a sampled song.
B7
I really wish one day we'd take it back like hammers hom'.
Cmaj7
The hurricane come and took my Lilweezyana home,
D
And all I got in return was a durn country song.
Cmaj7
This whole country wrong, oh, but you right,
B7
If you just put a little ice on and cut ya mic on.
Em
But you don't even write songs,
D
But Hollywood make you spit like a python,
Cmaj7
I meant cobra; I'm so not sober.
B7
I'm high like a Hollywood coffee or soda.
Cmaj7
You can call me, a roller; hold up your grill's glistenin';
D
Spent a hundred thousand on mine to feel different.
What's the real sense of it, uh?
Cmaj7
Bling, bling; I know and did you know,
B7
I'm the cre-ator of the term? I just straightened the perm.
Em
They let it sit too long, they just makin' it burn,
D
Make a movie of our lifestyle, but they earn.
Cmaj7
Like a dead body burned on the mantlepiece,
B7
That's why I try not to lie, on wax like it's candle grease.
Cmaj7
And I be's the little nigga, cooler than anti-freeze;
D Cmaj7
Defrost on your window pane, Lil' Wayne, but in Holly-wood,
It's "Little" Wayne; it don't make me numb,
B7
That's why I got a prenup... I do...
Chorus 2:
Em D
Starts off like a small-town marri-age;
Cmaj7 B7
Lovely wife and life, baby carri-age.
Cmaj7 D
Now all the stars have cars, success of course,
Cmaj7 B7
But it ends in Holly-wood divorce, Holly-wood divorce.
Verse 2:
(Andre 3000):
(n.C)
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):
Em
Tenth grade the way was paved for me and Dre to create,
D
Like Dr. Frankenstein of arts and craft.
Cmaj7
Now could we make a-a-a difference; Antwan Patton and Andre Benjamin,
B7
Been jammin' for you rap niggas and journalists.
Cmaj7
That's quick to misprint public and private business,
D
Then re-tract back for deaf ears and think it's dismissed.
Cmaj7
Part 2 the sequel; all new cast just ain't,
B7
The same gang of nerds on the internet, slandering your name.
Em
Behind that screen name; they're lame, and their life is pretty plain,
D
M&Ms with no nuts; won't show up face to face.
Cmaj7
Straight bitch-made ike puppies on the nipples of a mutt,
B7
Address it on a case-by-case basis like the judge.
Cmaj7
What about these lyin' ass hoes tryna plot,
D
Or these niggas on the block who want the queen? (Nigga please).
Cmaj7
But even she can walk, we'll miss her; we ain't gon' fake it,
B7
But God don't make mistakes, must be something bigger; wait it.
Chorus 3:
Em D
Starts off like a small-town marri-age;
Cmaj7 B7
Lovely wife and life, baby carri-age.
Cmaj7 D
Now all the stars have cars, success of course,
Cmaj7 B7
But it ends in Holly-wood divorce, Holly-wood divorce.
Verse 4:
(Snoop Dogg):
Em
I do love you, but you hate me at the same time,
D
Lights camera action; it's game time.
Cmaj7
Do you take this here as your lovely wife,
B7
To love her and cherish her for all your life?
Cmaj7
I solemnly swear to dare share, take you there,
D
And me and you together baby, we a lucky pair.
Cmaj7
It's been a long time, we walk a thin line,
B7
Others say they got you but you been mine.
Em
As I sit back and watch all the cat fights,
D
Domestic violence, Is that right?
Cmaj7
But you love the Dogg, gave me the spotlight,
B7
And now I'm goin' up, showin' up, blowin' up.
Cmaj7
I never ever thought that we were separated aww,
D
But you played me like a game of football.
Cmaj7
Used to feed me, need me, dress me,
B7
Now it's so messy; straight cut out and left me.
Coda:
(Andre 3000):
(n.C)
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):
Em D Cmaj7
Take our game, take our name, give us a little fame,
B7
And then they kick us to the curb; that's a cold thang...
(Fade)
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