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    Violent J

    Let It Rain

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    Добавлена 1 сентября 2011 пользователем Iron Man

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