Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Raining , by - Snowgoons. Song from the album Black Snow, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 23.06.2008
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Raining |
| She looks from side to side |
| The tear drops fill her eyes |
| Cause once again she hears the sound of… |
| It’s insane when your brain filled with black rain |
| Yo when it rains it pours |
| I leave oceans on the floor |
| When I perform motherfuckers ain’t ready for Brainstorm |
| Some like to bust slugs |
| I like to show much love |
| Your rhymes just shizzle son |
| My flow flash floods |
| Cause of these rain drops keep falling on my head |
| But what it is, my thinking in my head is how I’m trying to get fed |
| I’m trying to break bread with my motherfucking friends |
| And get shit off my chest and out from under my skin |
| Because I’m smarter now, fully fucking focused, working harder now |
| I make it rain in the game, that’s why it’s watered down |
| So call your technical because the boy is foul |
| They say I’m crazy wild with the smooth and style |
| You got that booty style, you know that straight ass |
| You’re gonna see me in your motherfucking forecast |
| Look Fat Joe and Lil Wayne, I make it rain |
| Krush Unit, motherfucker that’s the clique that I claim man |
| Once again she hears the sound of showers |
| Rain drops keep falling on my head |
| Once again she hears the sound of showers |
| It’s insane when your brain feel the black rain |
| Yo you know who it is |
| Jaysaun, catch me smack dab in Berlin blowing an el |
| On my way down to purgatory throwing a shell |
| Cause I’m already knowing I’m going to Hell |
| To meet the Devil, before I go I got a story to tell |
| I spent my whole life hustling, wrestling fiends |
| You know the label’s called Duck Down, Special’s the team |
| My nigga look no further, I’m the best in the Bean |
| Dorchester’s upper echelon, the rest is a dream |
| I’m a ghetto boy, mind playing tricks all on me |
| On the Autobahn in Amsterdam, bitch all on me |
| My time’s finally come, I can’t say too soon |
| In an '88 Regal with the Snowgoons riding |
| Boston to the European Union |
| Does your album have room to let a Beantown goon in? |
| (Let me in!) |
| Too late now, fuck you pay me |
| I’ve been cursed with an evil verse, you can’t save me |
| Once the arrow launch you’ll get fat then skinny |
| Like Pharaoh Munch, mouth dry, throat parched |
| Beef bums with a barstool in a small pub |
| Drinking beers and? |
| They ask why I do it so soon |
| Cause it’s Edo and illegal in the Snowgoons |
| Don’t diss records on iTunes |
| Meet me in the center at high noon |
| Heads get popped like birthday balloons |
| Fresh blood ain’t red, homie it’s maroon |
| We attack pain, you attract plain |
| It’s insane when your brain feel the black rain |
| Welcome to the rap game |
| Stick up the rich and smack fame |
| Cause you act lame, Special Teamz the name |
| Edo G, Jaysaun, and Slaine, let’s go |