The Art of Storytellin’ Part 4

Lyrics

[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