Hollywood Divorce by Outkast chord (text):

...HOLLYWOOD DIVORCE... by Outkast
-----------------------...........

*from 'Idlewild' (2006)*


Intro:

Em  D, Cmaj7  B7,
Cmaj7, D,
Cmaj7, B7

Chorus 1:

Em
 Starts off like,
                   D
A small-town marri-age,
       Cmaj7
Lovely wife and life,
           B7
Baby carri-age.

            Cmaj7
Now all the stars have cars,
           D
Success of course,
But it ends in,
      Cmaj7
Holly-wood divorce,
      B7
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 if you,
     B7
Just put a little ice on,
And cut ya mic on.

    Em
But you don't,
Even write songs,
But Hollywood make you,
D
 Spit like a python,
I meant cobra. I'm,
Cmaj7
 So not sober.
I'm high like a Hollywood,
B7
 Coffee or soda,
You can call me,
A roller hold up,
Cmaj7
 Your grill's glistenin',
Spent a hundred thousand,
   D
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 antifreeze;
        D
Defrost on your window pane,
                        Cmaj7
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
 Starts off like,
                   D
A small-town marri-age,
       Cmaj7
Lovely wife and life,
           B7
Baby carri-age.

            Cmaj7
Now all the stars have cars,
           D
Success of course,
But it ends in,
      Cmaj7
Holly-wood divorce,
      B7
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.
Now could we make,
      Cmaj7
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
 Starts off like,
                   D
A small-town marri-age,
       Cmaj7
Lovely wife and life,
           B7
Baby carri-age.

            Cmaj7
Now all the stars have cars,
           D
Success of course,
But it ends in,
      Cmaj7
Holly-wood divorce,
      B7
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
     Take our game,
Take our name,
Cmaj7
 Give us a little fame,
              B7
And then they kick us,
To the curb;
That's a cold thang...

(Fade)


CHORD DIAGRAMS:
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   Em      D      Cmaj7    B7

 EADGBE  EADGBE  EADGBE  EADGBE
 022000  xx0232  x32000  021202


Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2007
(clumsyband@hotmail.com)