text: 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 Im a star
  Yea, and I dont have to go to Hollywood
  Cause Hollywood come through my neighborhood with cameras on
  I really think theyre stealing from us like a sample song
  I really wish one day wed take it back like hammers 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 dont even write songs
  But Hollywood make you spit like a python, I meant Cobra
  Im so not sober Im high like a Hollywood
  Coffee or soda, you can call me a roller
  Hold up, your grills glistenin
  Spent a hundred thousand on mine to feel different
  Whats the real sense of it?
  Bling bling, I know and did you know
  Im 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 earn
  Like a dead body burned on the mantle piece
  Thats why I try not to lie on wax like this candle grease
  And I bes the little nigga, cooler than anti-freeze
  Defrost on your window pane - Lil Wayne
  But in Hollywood its Litt-le Wayne, dont make me none
  So thats 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 for Bowen Homes
  See if I give a fuck if you like me you know I dont
  If she aint 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 dont be on no curb
  She aint no junkie neither, I aint no dope dealer
  But she keep coming back three stacks must be some crack
  Put that pipe in her lap, she aint know how to act
  Now that Ive got your undivided attention, Im
  Gonna say this and run under condition one
  Promise me you gon stack, promise me you gon ball
  Promise me youll invest three fourth of it all
  For what? So your kids, kids, kids can have some cheese
  Cant get with it? Get, get, get, get, get on your knees
  Cause wealth is the word
  Rich is round the corner from the curb
  Dont 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 ah a difference
  Antwan Patton and André Benjamin
  Been jammin for you crabbing rap niggas and journalists
  Thats quick to misprint public and private business
  Then retract back for deaf ears and think its dismissed
  Part two the sequel all new Kast
  Just aint the same gang of nerds on the internet
  Slandering your name behind that screen name
  Theyre lame and their life is pretty plain
  M&Ms with no nuts
  Wont 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 niggas on the block who want the queen
  But even she can walk well miss her we aint gon fake it
  But God dont 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, its 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
  Its 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 Im 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 its 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 its over
  But its 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 thats a cold thang