Simply put, Andre Benjamin is one of the best to ever do it. The upcoming illustrates how easily can can flip vocab, concepts, and content. All on top of an a plus delivery. Not many rappers can rap dialogue between characters quite like Dre.
So I'm watchin' her fine ass
Walk to my bedroom, and thought to myself
That's the shape of things to come
Double meaning on the come? Perhaps, but regardless Dre is always nuanced with his raps about "relations"
She said, Why you in the club, you don't make it precipitate?
You know, make it rain when you can make it thunderstorm
This is like a softball pitch for him. Why, despite being in a position to do so, does he not celebrate his wealth by showing off...he goes on to explain why...in great depth
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
In order to further his point he illustrates the need for more uplifting writing than for more negativity.
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
He freaks the track even further discussing the literal and figurative ties that he has to the hood and sees it as a waste of time to use the microphone in a careless manner. Even evoking the words of elders to support his position (If you don't have anything good to say, then don't say anything at all). He'd rather tell it how it is and tell it how it could be.
The hood be
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
He freaks the track even further discussing the literal and figurative ties that he has to the hood and sees it as a waste of time to use the microphone in a careless manner. Even evoking the words of elders to support his position (If you don't have anything good to say, then don't say anything at all). He'd rather tell it how it is and 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
****** write to me
Woman be off up in they tub
Exfoliating with they pom poms
Yellin' GO 3000!
I'm in my whatever bumpin' Nwa (N.W.A.)
A 100 miles in
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'll 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 ya'll break up
I don't f**k nobody *****
And never on the Jacob, know what time it is
Even when he is doing classic braggadocio and sexual prowess rap, Dre always seems to take a moral high ground. Here he criticizes a girl for attempting to seduce him despite having a partner at home. [Andre 3000:]
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's
Step yo game up time, These ain't them same old rhymes
Designed to have you dancin' in some club
****** write to me
Woman be off up in they tub
Exfoliating with they pom poms
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's
Step yo game up time, These ain't them same old rhymes
Designed to have you dancin' in some club
****** write to me
Woman be off up in they tub
Exfoliating with they pom poms
Yellin' GO 3000!
I'm in my whatever bumpin' Nwa (N.W.A.)
A 100 miles in
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'll 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 ya'll break up
I don't f**k nobody *****
And never on the Jacob, know what time it is
***** just tryin' to live
Like a ***** supposed to live
If I still drank 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
Trynna see if I still got it... (got it...)
I guess it's like a fight think about it...
(oh oh oh no no)
..bout it...bout it... (oh oh oh no no)
oh oh oh....
I'm in my whatever bumpin' Nwa (N.W.A.)
A 100 miles in
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'll 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 ya'll break up
I don't f**k nobody *****
And never on the Jacob, know what time it is
***** just tryin' to live
Like a ***** supposed to live
If I still drank 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
Trynna see if I still got it... (got it...)
I guess it's like a fight think about it...
(oh oh oh no no)
..bout it...bout it... (oh oh oh no no)
oh oh oh....
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