Текст песни Tela - Let It Rain
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[* Traffic Noise *][Verse 1]Eleven-thirty on the dot, time to hit the spotDamn that shit be hot, my nigga be what chu` gotOn a sack of bud, these bitches gotta dubBut they ain`t got no love, young nigga so whatLet`s hook with these bitches, start to smoke up all of they Swisher`sGet up inside they britches, start to get up off they richesYou know I`m down man, stop off and get some gasKnowin` Pam`s shakin` in part from the lastStereo I be catchin` from words I be flexin`I got a Smith-N-Wesson for those who want a lessonNo time for no students, I be down for some shootingsI be lookin` for the fluids for me and my crew kitPark up on that hill, ten minutes away from BealeSittin` try to chill to get to know this ho that killHer pussy all hot, yet tend to be on ya blockThem haters be tryin` to stop but I gets hella propsThat pimpness from Memphis, them niggas be tryin` to get thisShoot em` up off they block but they got flipped just like a gymnastSo watch when I swings and my swangsThese niggas do not no my name, these niggas do not know a thangLet it rain, let it rain[Chorus x2](Let it rain) Let it rain on those who cannot hold ya backOr men in chains, I was achin` cowards out the crack(Let it rain) Let it rain on those no that name I should not mentionWhen things got kind of heated got they ass up out the kitchen(Let it rain)[Verse 2]Roll up on the shit, niggas wanna pickMe against a big, what the fuck is thisYou a fuckin` donor, I be smokin` the marijuanaTela hit that corner, you know`s that I a gonerOuttie five-thousand and these hoes that I be housin`Fuckin` thugs about a dozen, doin` sacks by the thousandMad as she be on, them niggas be got be goneFuck em` with the clip, I just beat em` to the stripGo and get that check, red Chev and the LexI`m eatin` like a biscuit, exorcist be twistin` necksLet`s get that shit over, I call the Suave soldiersRollin` up like boulders, caff in caffeine just like FolgersHad to get em` back, sowed em` up just like thatNiggas must be crap, comin` in and out like thatWax up on that bitch, stomp you feet now even bitchBreezy just like Weezy, movin` up like Jefferson`sThe southern type of weather and niggas don`t stick togetherHad jewels and S-K blew ya crew, let it rain[Chorus x2][Verse 3]No time for me to stop, pass me the glockGot my homie Ball on the call, lick him jocksJocks is lickin` in, still I`m down with HenGot em` doin` ten push ups bitch kick the skinsTime is obsolete, doin` bout at least90 miles an hour through the streets, niggas greasedRub me, tired munch, stay warm from the clutchGot the heaters in the trunk, cause there be cold frontsExhaust and bitches, a forcast editionHurricanes on my terrains, a death of my conditionA changin` of the climates brings some niggas blindnessGlad to see you smilin`, no congestion in my sinusShould I just eat the cakes, hoes turn tricksMen take yo dough, Suave deal with big ol` hits[Chorus to fade]