Snoop Dogg - Hollywood Divorce Lyrics

[Lyrics Snoop Dogg - Hollywood Divorce]

[Chorus]

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 with cameras on

I really think they're stealing 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,

Oh, but you right, 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. (Hold up)

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

They let it sit too long.

They just making it burn.

Make a movie of our lifestyle,

But they earn like a dead body burned on a mantelpiece

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 Little Wayne

Don't make me nut

So that's why I got a pre-nup

(I do)

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(Yeah, Yeah)

A is for Adamsville

Be 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 coming 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 un-

Divided 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 (yep)

'Rich' is '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

The arts and crafts

Now could we make a difference

Antoine Patton and Andre Benjamin

Been jamming for you crabbing rap niggas 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 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&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 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

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(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 dog

Gave me the spotlight

And now I'm growing up

Showing up

Blowing 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 talking about music

Everything else too.

By the time it reach Hollywood it's over.

But it's cool.

We just keep it going 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 thing