Music Video
The Art of Storytellin, Pt. 4 (feat. Outkast & Marsha Ambrosius)
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Drama
Performer
Keke and Amy
Musician
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
André Benjamin
Songwriter
Anton Patton
Songwriter
Don Cannon
Songwriter
Marsha Ambrosius
Songwriter
Tyree Simmons
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Don Cannon
Producer
John Frye
Mixing Engineer
Don Cannon for Cannon Music LLC
Producer
Jeremy Stevenson
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
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 you 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 that can't afford
No landscapin', or window drapin'
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
Requestin' 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
**** ride to me, women be up in they tub
Exfoliatin' with they pom-poms
Yellin', "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
A rather swole mood
Until she told me that she told dude
That she'll be back, she's goin' 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
****, just tryna live
Like a **** supposed to live
If I still drink that malt liquor
I pour the beer
On the ground for **** not around
I started off starvin'
Now they got me out here Brett Farve'n
Tryna see if I still got it, got it
I guess it's like a bike, think about it
Oh-oh-oh, oh no
Oh-oh-oh, oh no
Oh-oh-oh
Nothing gonna stop us now
You can't stop us
What you gonna do right now?
You can't run
We the boss in here, we floss this shit 'cause
Ain't nobody doin' it like we do, oh, no
Nothing gonna stop us now
You can't stop us
What you gonna do right now
You can't front we the
Boss in here, we floss this shit
'Cause ain't nobody doin' it like we do, oh, no
Oh-oh-no, oh no
Oh-oh-no, oh no
Oh-oh-no, oh no
They can't stop us
Oh-oh-oh, oh no
So I peep this bitch in the V.I.P.
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 her fist, second, third and fourth string
I didn't need her
I didn't mean to treat her
Like she was the main feature
Presentation, heard ya's a traitor
To the situation, more like a hassle
Because she had no keys to the castle
The queen sits on the throne
While this ho' ride down Old National
(Zoom) Gon' head, ho, beat ya feet
Dr-dr-drop down and get yo' eagle on freak
We ever so discreet with this meat
Got a whole lot to lose if paparazzi
Ever shot or shoot we
Meanin' me and you
Us together, in the lens
My ends would be gone
Just like some "Dro in the Wind"
Told a ho' "you gonna win"
Sho' nuff, we gone pretend
To the land of make believe
Now come on and hit this Hen'
Takin' shots to the neck
Now that's love in ya mou-outh (Oh-oh-oh, oh no)
Now we're affiliates
So don't give me the gangsta grill (Oh-oh-oh, oh no)
No drama, it makes no sense
I got a mean ass backhand (Oh-oh-oh)
And a ... that don't miss, bitch (Cannon)
Nothing gonna stop us now
You can't stop us
What you gonna do right now?
You can't run
We the boss in here, we floss this shit
'Cause ain't nobody doin' it like we do, oh, no
Nothing gonna stop us now
You can't stop us
What you gonna do right now
You can't front we the
Boss in here, we floss this shit
'Cause ain't nobody doin' it like we do, oh no
Oh-oh-oh, oh no
Oh-oh-oh, oh no
Oh-oh-oh, oh no
They can't stop us
Oh-oh-no
I realized, recently
That I was born for this position
I took the fall for Hip-Hop
And I stand in front of you stronger than ever
Watch what come next
Follow the leader, ****
DJ the fuck Drama
A.M.G.
Nothing can take me out my soul
Nothing gonna stop us now
You can't stop us
What you gonna do right now?
You can't run
We the boss in here, we floss this shit
'Cause ain't nobody doin' it like we do, oh, no
Nothing gonna stop us now
You can't stop us
What you gonna do right now?
You can't front, we the
Boss in here, we floss this shit
'Cause ain't nobody doin' it like we do, oh, no
Oh-oh-oh, oh no
Oh-oh-oh, oh no
Oh-oh-oh, oh no
They can't stop us
Oh-oh-oh, oh no
Written by: André Benjamin, Anton Patton, Don Cannon, Marsha Ambrosius, Tyree Simmons
