[Andre 3000] So I'm watching 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 precipate? You know, make it rain when you could 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 nothing good, say nay-thing That's why I don't talk much. I swear it don't cost much To pay attention to me I tell it like it is and 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 dancing in some club Niggas ride to me; women beat off in their tub Exfoliating with their poms poms yelling, "Go 3000." I'm in my whatever bumping +nwa, + +100 Miles and Runnin'+ 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 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's bitch and never owned a Jacob." Know what time it is Nigga just trying to 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 starving Now they got me out here +Brett Favre+ing Trying see if I still got it; got it I guess it’s like a bike. Think about it Bout it, bout it
[Marsha Ambrosius: Hook x2] Nothing going to stop us now You can't stop us What you going to do right now You can't front We the boss in here, we floss this year cuz Ain't nobody doing it like we do Oh no
[Big Boi] So I peeped this bitch in the whip 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 Her just a traitor to these situations More like a hassle because she had no keys to the castle The queen sits on the throne while this hoe rides down Old National Zoom. Go ahead hoe and beat your feet Dr-dr, drop down and get your eagle on freak We ever so discrete with this meat Got a whole lot to lose if paparazzi ever shot or shoot we Meaning me and you. Us together and the lens My 'ins would be gone just like some dro in the wind Told the hoe, "You going to win. Sure enough we going to pretend To the land of make believe. Now come on and hit this hen." Taking shots to the neck Now that's love in your mou-outh now we're affiliates So don't give me the gangster grill. No drama. It makes no sense I got a mean-ass backhand and a +Cannon+ that don't miss, bitch
[Marsha Ambrosius: Hook x2]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.