New Outkast Track - The Art Of Storytellin' Part 4
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Have you been craving one of those hot Andre 3000 verses that we've grown accustomed to? Its here! He absolutely slayed this track, which will appear on the upcoming DJ Drama Gangsta Grillz album.
*"Listen To The Track Here":http://www.zshare.net/audio/503846799fb16f/*
Here are the lyrics to the first verse
so I'm watching her fine asswalked to my bedroomand 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 thunderstorm’I’m like why? the world needs sun, the hood needs fundsthere’s a war going on and half the battle is gunshow dare i throw it on the floorwhen people are poor*so I write like Edgar Allen to restoregot a cord, umbilicalattached to a place that can’t affordno landscapingor window drapingthis old lady told me if I ain’t got nothing good say naythinthat’s why I don’t talk muchI swear it don’t cost muchto pay attention to me*I tell it how it is then how it could bethe hood berequesting my servicesoh don’t get nervous it’sstep your game up timethese ain’t them same old rhymesdesigned to have you dancing in some club*niggas rock to mewomen be off in they tubsexfoliating with they pom pomsyelling ‘go 3000′I’m in my whatever bumping nwa 100 miles andrunnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’summon, woman, come in, sit downheard you need some plumbingdone in, i’m ina swell mooda rather swoll mooduntil she told me that she told dudethat she’d be back she’s going to the storeI didn’t know she had a boyfriend so the doorI pointed her toI said call me when you break upI don’t fuck nobody bitch who never owned a Jacobknow what time it isnigga just tryin’ to live like a nigga supposed to liveif I still drank that malt liquor I’d pour the beeron the ground for niggas not a around*I started off starvin’now they got me out here Brett Favre’intryin’ see if I still got itI guess it’s like a bike, think about it…*
*"Listen To The Track Here":http://www.zshare.net/audio/503846799fb16f/*
Here are the lyrics to the first verse
so I'm watching her fine asswalked to my bedroomand 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 thunderstorm’I’m like why? the world needs sun, the hood needs fundsthere’s a war going on and half the battle is gunshow dare i throw it on the floorwhen people are poor*so I write like Edgar Allen to restoregot a cord, umbilicalattached to a place that can’t affordno landscapingor window drapingthis old lady told me if I ain’t got nothing good say naythinthat’s why I don’t talk muchI swear it don’t cost muchto pay attention to me*I tell it how it is then how it could bethe hood berequesting my servicesoh don’t get nervous it’sstep your game up timethese ain’t them same old rhymesdesigned to have you dancing in some club*niggas rock to mewomen be off in they tubsexfoliating with they pom pomsyelling ‘go 3000′I’m in my whatever bumping nwa 100 miles andrunnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’summon, woman, come in, sit downheard you need some plumbingdone in, i’m ina swell mooda rather swoll mooduntil she told me that she told dudethat she’d be back she’s going to the storeI didn’t know she had a boyfriend so the doorI pointed her toI said call me when you break upI don’t fuck nobody bitch who never owned a Jacobknow what time it isnigga just tryin’ to live like a nigga supposed to liveif I still drank that malt liquor I’d pour the beeron the ground for niggas not a around*I started off starvin’now they got me out here Brett Favre’intryin’ see if I still got itI guess it’s like a bike, think about it…*
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