Let it Rain

Looks like rain



Sittin' down in my crack house earning my pay



It's the south west Juggla claiming Del ray



Violent j known by gang squad and pollies alike



I'm known to get wrong on the get right



Hanging out the truck blow the moss burg off



Who the head of your set ill blow your boss shirt off



Ill be the top dog killa who the bomb don



You're soft like a bon, bon in your Sean Jean



I'm riding dirty up and down fourth



Escort I'm in a ringmaster gold super sport



And it's about to rain I see the weather bad



Hit the top back up like I better had



I cut back to the cut and get a cut of my cut



Cause even in a hurricane a crack head will show up



I'll be the gang tag kaya gay fag slayer



Bag weigha with a sweet street sweep



Ay kaya don't care







(Chorus 2x)



I like the darkness it's about to helly flow



Tornado sirens let it rain wicket shit







Its purring man I'm smoking a blunt



It's purring rain and the hoods soaking it up



But it's getting kinda windy and the walls are shaking



Fuckin roof is coming off I'm in the lazy boy bakin



I see the crack heads trying to reach the porch



But the wind sweep them off before they get to the door



They only 90 pounds grab somthin held down



Cause you lookin funny flying around fag







Blunt rap on my lap ash all over me



Playing Nintendo mega man 4 from 93



Shutters are shaking and the lightning is frightening



Fucking windows are breakin man I'm think it might be a tornado



Go to the door open it up ÔÇŞÔÇŞÔÇŞÔÇŞÔÇŞÔÇŞÔÇŞ yup



All the same back to my game



It's alright as long as that motha fucks stays outside I'm tight







(Chorus 2x)



I like the darkness it's about to helly flow



Tornado sirens let it rain wicket shit







Holy fucking shit what the fuck is hapylating



The whole house is spinning and shaking damn near breaking in half



I take it and laughed



Cause what the fuck can I do put the rocks in my socks so I don't loose them too



I'm Fuckin hanging on I lost all but my ÔÇŞ.some how my game still good chillin on pause



We air born in the window flying passing by a crack head waving at me still trying to buy



Mail boxes the pizza man some garbage cans than I see a necked ass bitch like damn



There was all crazy kind of shit caught in the storm but before long it was all gone