| Most the time, when it rain it start pouring'
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| But how we grind, it make the weather change for us
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| We roll through, but we never change for 'em
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| So smile for us, when you see us, drive for us
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| Nigga watch us ball
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| Stop a star, nigga not at all
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| I’m poppin' broads with Tiny Hog at the shoppin' mall
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| All money in the squad, boy I’m not involved
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| Can’t pay the cost to floss? |
| I can spot your flaws
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| SLs with the toppin' off
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| Dress well when it’s time to ball
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| Couple hundred for my boxer drawers
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| Young nigga used to shop at Ross
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| First to shoot when it’s poppin' off
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| Couple times, a nigga almost got popped by Ross
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| Crash unit, buzz cut ex-marines
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| Crenshaw, Slauson Ave 17
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| Infant Stone, Lil' Shady, Baby Buke to fast light a demonstration
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| 85 Cutlass with the 380s
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| Summertime functions, L.A. streets' crazy
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| Shoot it out that’s what this crew about
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| Hangin' out the Cutlass window with the Rugar out
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| Prove yo’self, killers in pursuit of clout
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| It felt wrong, but who is you to doubt
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| Look, my master plan was buy a pound and then move it south
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| And hopefully one day I’ll put this music out
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| Trippin' now, seeing that it’s movin' out
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| I’m buying spots, nigga movin' out
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| My fan base, I see 'em movin' south
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| I’m overseas eating fuckin' croûte
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| Yeah… so I can tell you what this hustling 'bout
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| I couldn’t tell you what no luck about
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| I had maps on my wall, nigga
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| Dope sacks in my drawers, nigga
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| Look, a lot of stress I couldn’t rest not at all
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| Nigga risking everything trynna ball
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| Niggas get it and they fall off
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| It’s cause they all soft
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| Nigga like me started at the car wash
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| 8am to 10pm, that’s on the rainy day
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| Wise words from dope boys meant everything
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| They say it’s levels to the street life
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| Then I seen a bezel with the pink ice
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| All natural, momma tell you to be careful
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| In the trap trappin' to increase capital
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| No longer cruising with the windows down
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| Hand on the pistol anticipating the riddle sound
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| I’m Kanye when it came to 'ye
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| I’m Jay-Z when it came to keys
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| I’m Snoop when it came to weed
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| So now they wanna Biggie me
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| As the credit rolls, now the charge is federal
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| Money bags, I’m placed upon a pedestal
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| Still on the block in my Reeboks
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| You ain’t really know these was the Basquiat’s
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| You ain’t really know who really call shots
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| Worldwide mastermind, number one all charts
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| Reporting live from the land of the hopeless
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| Representing for the team that won rings with no coaches
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| We stay strapped and we cockin' so don’t approach us
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| Price Johnson with a big gold chain and Louis Loafers
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| Been hiding guns in the sofa since toy soldiers
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| Thunder-domes up in Hyde Park, didn’t nobody know us
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| We took all fades, our introduction was from the shoulders
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| We was kids, honestly we just needed someone to hold us
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| Grindin' hard on them corners with cane boulders
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| Fascinated by the green, all we wanted was Range Rovers
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| On the block politicking with brain blowers
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| Real niggas that got love in their hearts but can’t show it
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| We live and die for the fame and the lights glowing
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| Fox Hills buying Jordans, but still the pain shown'
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| When I die, put me next to the dead poets
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| Tell 'em God had a plan for me and I didn’t know it
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| Victory |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Weather (feat. Rick Ross & Cuzzy Capone) , by - Nipsey Hussle. Song from the album Crenshaw, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп