andre 3000 is one of the best underrated lyricists i know of. this is not to say that big boi's verse in this song was not good, but i LOVE this one. i LOVE andre. enjoy. 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 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 nothin' good, say nathin 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...