Ladies Love Lyrics: The Art Of Storytellin’ Part 4 – DJ Drama feat. Outkast & Marsha Ambrosius

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Ladies Love Lyrics: The Art Of Storytellin’ Part 4 – DJ Drama feat. Outkast & Marsha Ambrosius

Whenever I hear this track off of DJ Drama’s Gangsta Grillz: The Album, which is usually once in a blue moon, I’m reminded of how much I lust it. Not only for Cannon’s Production but also for Andre 3000’s verse. As per usual, which I did during my last listen, I rewound Dre’s part so many times I had reached my destination before reaching the end of the song.

[Andre 3000’s Verse:]

So I’m watching her fine ass
Walk 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 could make it thunderstorm?”

Dre sets the scene and goes right into the word play as he toys with the double-meaning of the word Come and…well it’s counterpart (change the o to a u and minus the e…ya know). He is speaking of what’s about to go down between him and his young lady/dancer friend – sexual intercourse. How do we know her profession? Well by the sly way he wrote it into the conversation they are having. She asks him why he doesn’t “make it rain” (which is the act of throwing loads of money in the air and letting it float down like rain above a stripper while she or he dances …so I’ve heard of course). She points out that he has the funds to do so, even more so then the average man.

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

His answer to her question – THE best, and about the moment I hit rewind for the first time. 3 Stacks asks why would he want to do that? Throw money away in the club when there are plenty of better ways he could spend it. He sums it up perfectly with this line “How dare I throw it on the floor/When people are poor”, with a bit of outrage that would probably even make Tyga reconsider. Within these few bars Dre hits some heavy topics without even delving too deep (because we all know them too well) – poverty, the projects and the gun problems that plague America. He sees no value in being frivolous with his money and his words, so he likens himself to Edgar Allen Poe, famous poet/author. Dre’s lyrics are like poetry, poetry with meaning and jewels that can rebuild the people to true greatness. Plus he’s got a home that he can barely afford the up-keep for so why perpetrate like many do.

This old lady told me
If I ain’t got nothing good, say nay-thing
That’s why I don’t talk much.
I swear it don’t cost much
To pay attention to me
I tell it like it is and then I tell it 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

If you ever asked where is Andre 3000? (Well up until recently) here’s your answer. He took the advice above from an ole’ lady and has been keeping his mouth shut probably because the state of Hip Hop at that time was “nuthin nice”. He follows it up with one of the truest statements that I whole-heartily agree with when talking about Dre. He has a way of putting things so simply that you stop and say “yah, Yah that IS true” or “right!” or “Why didn’t I think of that” so as he said it really doesn’t take much to pay attention and be enlightened by some lyrical treasures from the man himself. Since ’07 when the track was released and really until today, the streets have been asking for Dre – So all you sucka-ass rappers (well not in so many words) beware. No need to get scared when he returns though, just get straight and do better. Come harder.

Designed to have you dancing in some club
Niggas ride to me; women beat off in their tub
Exfoliating with their poms poms yelling, “Go 3000.”
I’m in my whatever bumping NWA, 100 Miles and Runnin’+ 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 swole 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 y’all break up
I don’t fuck nobody’s bitch and never on the Jacob.”
Know what time it is
Nigga just trying 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 around.
I started off starving
Now they got me out here +Brett Favre+ing
Trying see if I still got it; got it
I guess it’s like a bike. Think about it Bout it, bout it

As a run on from the previous lines where he states these rhymes aren’t going to be the same run-of the mill “ish” that’s being put out solely for getting crunk in the club. His shit is always on another level. For dudes to ride out to in their rides and women to pleasure themselves to because they’re so turned on by his lyrical prowess. Then Dre transitions back into the current time and place of the story by mentioning what he’s been on (musically) N.W.A.’s (or as he pronounced it ‘knwa’) 100 miles and runnin’ – Kind of how you would come to/wake up from a daydream , so ill. It’s about to go down. Until, he finds out that ole’ girl has a dude and Andre 3000 don’t play that. He uses what I believe to be a saying popular in ATL from back in the day referring to a soap opera character named Jacob who stole other men’s women. Dre wants no part of that. He’s just trying to live a good life doing the right thing. He started out poor in the game and now he’s successful and like NFL quarter back Brett Favre (who would have still been playing at the time) he’s a veteran. Whenever he comes out to play people want to see if he’s still got it and like riding a bike (everyone say it together) you never forget!

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