Hollywood Divorce Lyrics - Outkast

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 

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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 

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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