Will Quinnell - The Art Of Storytellin' Part 4 lyrics

[Verse 1: Andre 3000] (Cannon) So I'm watchin' her fine a** Walk to my bedroom, and thought to myself "That's the shape of things to come" She said, "Why you in the club, you don't make it precipitate? You know, make it rain when you can make it thunderstorm?" I'm like, "Why?" The world needs sun The hood needs funds There's a war going on and half the battle is guns How dare I throw it on the floor When people are poor So I write like Edgar Allen to restore - got a cord Umbilical attached to a place that can't afford No landscaping, or window draping This old lady told me If I ain't got nothin' good, say nathing That's why I don't talk much I swear it don't cost much, to pay attention to me I tell like it is, then I tell it how it could be The hood be Requesting my services Oh don't get nervous it's Step yo game up time These ain't them same old rhymes Designed to have you dancin' in some club n***as ride to me women be off in they tub Ex-foliating with they poms-poms Yelling, "Go 3000!" I'm in my whatever bumpin' N.W.A "A 100 miles and" Runnin' Runnin' Runnin' Runnin' Summon Woman Come in Sit down, heard you need some plumbin' Done in I'm in A swell mood A rather swole mood Until she told me that she told dude That she'll be back, she's going to the store I didn't know she had a boyfriend, so the door I pointed her to I said, "Call me when ya'll break up" "I don't f** nobody b**h And never owned a Jacob," know what time it is n***a just Tryin' to live like a n***a supposed to live If I still drank that malt liquor I'd pour the beer On the ground for n***as not around; I started off starvin' Now they got me out here Brett Favre'n Trynna' see if I still got it... (got it...) I guess it's like a bike think about it... [Verse 2: Big Boi] So I peep this b**h in V.I.P I used to clip like Rob the barber It seems she couldn't shape up Cupcake her, I didn't bother She's a follower a hell of a swallower Not a leader Got her 1st, 2nd, 3rd, and 4th string I didn't need her I didn't mean to treat her Like she was the main feature Presentation, heard ya's a traitor To the situation, more like a ha**le Because she had no keys to the castle The queen sits on the throne While this ho ride down Old National (ZOOM) gon' head' ho beat ya feet DR-DR-Drop down and get yo eagle on freak We ever-so-discreet with this meet Got a whole lot to lose if paparazzi Ever shot or shoot we Meaning me and you Us together in the lens My ends would be gone Just like some "Dro in the Wind" Told da ho you gonna win Sho' 'nuff we gon' pretend To the land of make believe Now come on and hit this Hen... Taking shots to the neck Now that's love in ya mou-outh Now we're Aphilliates So don't give me the Gangsta Grill No Drama it makes no sense I got a mean a** backhand And a (Cannon) that don't miss b**h