Track byDj Drama
Enemy... (enemy...) [Andre 3000:] Verse One: So I'm watchin' her fine ass Walked to my bedroom, and thought to myself That's the shape of things to come She said, "Why you in the club, and 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 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 they can't afford No landscaping, Or window draping This old lady told me, "If I ain't got nothin' good, say nathing" 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, and I tell it how it could be The hood be Requesting my services, Oh don't get nervous it's Step yo game up time, These ain't them same old rhymes Designed to have you dancin' in some club Niggas write to me Woman be up in they tub Expoliating with hey pom poms Yellin' "GO 3000! " I'm in my whatever bumpin' what? A 100 miles in 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 swoll mood Until she told me that she told (?) That's she'll be back, she's going to the store I didn't know she had a boyfriend, so the door I pointed her too I said, "Call me when ya'll break up I don't fuck nobody bitch" And never only Jacob, know what time it is Nigga just tryin' to live Like a Nigga suppose to live If I still drink that malt liquor I pour that beer On the ground for niggas not around I started out starvin' Now they got me out here Brett Farve'n Try'n to see if I still got it... (got it...) I guess it's like the right thing about it... ('bout it...) [Chorus: Marsha Ambrosius]