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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.

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so I'm watching her fine ass walked 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 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 naythin that’s why I don’t talk much I swear it don’t cost much to pay attention to me I tell it how it is then 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 rock to me women be off in they tubs exfoliating with they pom poms yelling ‘go 3000′ I’m in my whatever bumping nwa 100 miles and runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ summon, woman, come in, sit down heard you need some plumbing done in, i’m in a swell mood a rather swoll mood until she told me that she told dude that she’d 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 you break up I don’t fuck nobody bitch who never owned a Jacob know what time it is nigga just tryin’ 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 a around I started off starvin’ now they got me out here Brett Favre’in tryin’ see if I still got it I guess it’s like a bike, think about it…