| Letras de Canciones de Outkast | | |
| Artista: Outkast |
| Album: Idlewild |
| Canción: 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
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
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
Aint 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
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Andre 3000]
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
[Verse 3: Big Boi]
(Starts off)
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
[Chorus]
[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 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
[Andre 3000]
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
[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 |
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