The Art of Storytellin’ Part 4

[Intro]
(Cannon)

[Verse 1: Andre 3000]
So I'm watchin' her fine ass, walk to my bedroom
And thought to myself "that's the shape of things to come"
She said, "Why 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 goin' 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 I can't afford
No landscaping, or window draping
This old lady told me, if I ain't got nothin' good, say nathan
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 your game up time, these ain't them same old rhymes
Designed to have you dancin' in some club
Niggas ride to me, women be off in they tub
Exfoliating with they poms-poms, yelling, "Go, 3000!"
I'm in my whatever bumpin' N.W.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
Or 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 y'all break up"
"I don't fuck nobody, bitch, and never owned a Jacob" — know what time it is
Nigga just tryna live like a nigga supposed to live
If I still drank that malt liquor, I'd pour the beer
On the ground for niggas not around;
I started off starvin', now they got me out here Brett Favre'n
Tryna see if I still got it, got it
I guess it's like a bike, think about it
('Bout it, 'bout it, 'bout it, 'bout it)

[Pre-Chorus: Marsha Ambrosius]
Oh-oh-oh, oh no
Oh-oh-oh, oh no
Oh-oh-oh

[Chorus: Marsha Ambrosius]
Nothin' gonna stop us now, you can't stop us
What'cha gonna do right now? You can't front
We the boss in here, we floss this shit cause
Ain't nobody doin' it like we do, oh no
Nothin' gonna stop us now, you can't stop us
What'cha gonna do right now? You can't front
We the boss in here, we floss this shit 'cause
Ain't nobody doin' it like we do, oh no
Oh-oh-oh no, oh no
Oh-oh-oh no, oh no
Oh-oh-oh no, oh no
You can't stop us
Oh-oh-oh no

[Verse 2: Big Boi]
So I peep this bitch 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 a first-, second-, third-, and fourth-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 hassle because she had no keys to the castle
The queen sits on the throne
While this ho ride down Old National (Zoom)
Go head' ho, beat ya feet
Dr-dr-drop down and get your 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 Henn...
Taking shots to the neck
Now that's love in ya mou-outh, now we're affiliates
So don't give me the Gangsta Grill
No Drama, it makes no sense
I got a mean ass backhand and a (Cannon) that don't miss
Bitch!

[Chorus: Marsha Ambrosius]
Nothin' gonna stop us now, you can't stop us
What'cha gonna do right now? You can't front
We the boss in here, we floss this shit 'cause
Ain't nobody doin' it like we do, oh no
Nothin' gonna stop us now, you can't stop us
What'cha gonna do right now? You can't front
We the boss in here, we floss this shit 'cause
Ain't nobody doin' it like we do, oh no
Oh-oh-oh no, oh no
Oh-oh-oh no, oh no
Oh-oh-oh no, oh no
You can't stop us
Oh-oh-oh no

[Break: DJ Drama spoken (Marsha Ambrosius)]
I realized recently
That I was born for this position
I took the fall for Hip-Hop
And I stand in front of you stronger than ever
Watch what come next!
Follow the leader, nigga
DJ the fuck Drama (Oh-oh-oh no)
AMG (Oh-oh-oh no)
Nothin' can take me out my zone! (Oh-oh-oh)

[Chorus: Marsha Ambrosius]
Nothin' gonna stop us now, you can't stop us
What'cha gonna do right now? You can't front
We the boss in here, we floss this shit 'cause
Ain't nobody doin' it like we do, oh no
Nothin' gonna stop us now, you can't stop us
What'cha gonna do right now? You can't front
We the boss in here, we floss this shit 'cause
Ain't nobody doin' it like we do, oh no
Oh-oh-oh no, oh no
Oh-oh-oh no, oh no
Oh-oh-oh no, oh no
You can't stop us
Oh-oh-oh no