| Looks like rain…
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| Sittin down in my crack house
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| Earning my pay
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| It’s the southwest juggla claiming Delray
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| Violent j, known by gang squad and police alike
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| I’m known to get wrong off the get right
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| Hanging out the truck I blow the mausburg off
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| Who the head of your set I blow your boss shirt off
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| I be the top dawg killa, who the bomb don?
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| You’re soft like a bon bon, in your Sean John
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| I’m riding dirtay up and down fort, escort
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| I’m in a Ringmaster gold super sport
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| And it’s about to rain I see the weather bad
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| Hit the top on up like I better had
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| I cut back to the cut, to get a cut of my cut,
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| Because even in a hurricane a crack head will show up
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| I be the gang tag K-a, gay fag slayer, bag weigher
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| With a sweet street sweeped AK I don’t care…
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| (Chorus x2)
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| I like the darkness
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| It’s 'bout to helly flow
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| Tornado sirens
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| Let it rain wicked shit
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| It’s boring man, I’m smoking a blunt
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| It’s pouring rain, the hood soaking it up
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| But it’s getting kind of windy and the walls are shaking
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| Fucking roofs coming off I’m in a lazy boy, baking
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| I see the crack heads trying to reach the porch
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| But the wind sweep 'em off before they get to the door they only 90 pounds
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| Grab something held down, Because you looking funny flying around, FAG!
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| Blunt wrap on my lap, ash all over me
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| Playing Nintendo, mega man 4, from '93
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| Shudders are shaking and the lightning is frightening
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| Fucking windows are breaking; |
| man I’m thinking it might be a tornado
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| Go to the door, open it up, yup, all the same back to my game
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| It’s all right, along as that motherfucker stay outside I’m tight
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| (Chorus x2)
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| I like the darkness
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| It’s 'bout to helly flow
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| Tornado sirens
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| Let it rain wicked shit
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| Holy fucking shit what the fuck is happilating
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| The whole house spinning and shaking
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| Damn near breaking in half, I take it and laugh
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| Because what the fuck can I do?
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| I put the rocks in my sock so I don’t lose them too,
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| I’m fucking hanging on I lost all but my drawers
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| Somehow my game’s still good chilling on pause
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| We air born and the windows flying passing by
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| A crackheads waving at me still trying to buy
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| Mailboxes, a pizza man, some garbage cans
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| Then I seen a naked ass bitch like… damn!
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| There was all kind a crazy shit caught in the storm
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| But before long all that shit was gone… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Let It Rain , by - Violent J. Song from the album Wizard of the Hood, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп