E-40 - The Art Of Story Tellin' Lyrics

Ugh!
Pray you heard about our little nigga
"Naw what happen to our little nigga? "
They got a homie with a Chinese catering and turnt his car into a cheese grater
"How long ago did this happen? "
Bout an hour in a half ago
"What did they take him too? "
Queen of the Valley hospital
"What did the perpetrators look like? "
A bunch of mop heads, mop heads?
"Yeah, some niggas with some dreads
Who told you that dis broad, how the f*ck she know she saw it? "
Now I ain't the one to gossip but I'm a keep it solid I think she why she got it
Now, now, now the factor had been proven but I think that nigga was goosing
"Who? "
The perpetrator my nigga I think that nigga was goosing too
Well where the broad at, she cut she probably gone for days
She was in the car with him when she didn't get hit she only got a grase
A grase? You mean to tell me that bitch only got a flesh wound
And my nigga up in there brain dead layin up in a ICU room
Were these some clown niggas or some reppin' but really get down niggas
Where them niggas from what side of town I'm a split they crown nigga

Don't even look over there, act like we ain't trippin'
The next few days potna came up missing (potna came up missing)
Don't even look over there, act like we ain't trippin'
The next few days potna came up missing
The art of story tellin' (the art of story tellin')
The art of story tellin' (the art of story tellin')
The art of story tellin' (the art of story tellin')
The art of story tellin' (the art of story tellin')

"What'chu think we ought to do? " We gotta outthink them niggas
See it take a fool to catch a fool anybody got any pictures?
"Go they MySpace page, bet'chu one of em rap
We can almost guarantee you'll find a flick of em with the rest of them in the back
Ever since I received disturbing news, ever since I ain't been sober
We gotta react right now my nigga we can't wait for the shit to blow over"
Well I been doing a little bit of homework and I know this broad that know this cousin
And this cousin know this dude he on balooshi
He missing that shit with the pay pay, and a lode me around the way way
And it just so happen he knowing a nigga that pulled the trigger stay lay, his head at
He's hiding his yola and keeping his f*ckin' bread at, his bread at
His broccoli his okra his greens his guns he lead at, lead at
"Let em know that we got muscle, let em know that we ain't weak
Visit all his spots at once...
come through there everyday for a week
...We in the middle of the damn drought, plucking them niggas out
seven six twos and two twenty-threes showing him who we about
BIATCH!

Don't even look over there, act like we ain't trippin'
The next few days potna came up missing (potna came up missing)
Don't even look over there, act like we ain't trippin'
The next few days potna came up missing
The art of story tellin' (the art of story tellin')
The art of story tellin' (the art of story tellin')
The art of story tellin' (the art of story tellin')
The art of story tellin' (the art of story tellin')

[Thanks to dynowest3 for correcting these lyrics]