The Art Of Storytellin Part 4 (Feat. Outkast, Marsha Ambrosius)

Enemy... (enemy...)

[Andre 3000:]

Verse One:

So I'm watchin' her fine ass

Walked to my bedroom, and thought to myself

That's the shape of things to come

She said, "Why you in the club, and 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 they 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, and 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

Niggas write to me

Woman be up in they tub

Expoliating with hey pom poms

Yellin' "GO 3000! "

I'm in my whatever bumpin' what?

A 100 miles in

Runnin' Runnin' Runnin' Runnin'

Summon

Woman

Come in

Sit down, heard you need some plumbing

Done and

I'm in

A swell mood

A rather swoll mood

Until she told me that she told (?)

That's she'll be back, she's going to the store

I didn't know she had a boyfriend, so the door

I pointed her too

I said, "Call me when ya'll break up

I don't fuck nobody bitch"

And never only Jacob, know what time it is

Nigga just tryin' to live

Like a Nigga suppose to live

If I still drink that malt liquor

I pour that beer

On the ground for niggas not around

I started out starvin'

Now they got me out here Brett Farve'n

Try'n to see if I still got it... (got it...)

I guess it's like the right thing about it... ('bout it...)

[Chorus: Marsha Ambrosius]