[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)
(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)
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