| and she said, why in the club you don't make it precipitate?
You know make it rain when you can make it thunderstorm
I'm like why?
The world needs sun
The hood needs funds
There's a war going on and half the battle is guns
How dare I throw it on the floor
When people are poor
So I write like edgar allen to restore
Got a cord, umbilical attached to a place that can't afford
No landscapin
Or window drapins
This old lady told me if I ain't got nothin good say naythin
That's why I don't talk much,
I swear it don't cost much
To pay attention to me
I tell it like it is then I tell it like it could be
The hood be
Requestin my services, oh don't get nervous it's
Step your game up time
these ain't them same old rhymes designed to have you dancin in some club
ni**as ride to me, women be off in their tub
Exfoliating, with their pom poms, yellin go 3000
I'm in my whatever bumpin NWA a hundred miles and runnin,
runnin
runnin
runnin
somethin
woman
come in, sit down, heard you need some plummin
Done and
I'm in
A swell mood, a rather swoll mood, until she told me that she told dude
That she'll be back she's going to the store
I didn't know she had a boyfriend so the door
I pointed her too, I said call me when y'all break up
I don't f**k nobody's bitch and never on the jacob
Know what time it is?
Ni**as just tryna live, like a n**ga sposed to live
If I still drank that malt liquor I'd pour a beer
On the ground for n**gas not around
I started off starvin
Now they got me out here Brett Favre'n
Tryna see if I still got it, got it
I guess that's the right thing about it |