Let It Rain - Lyrics - Tela

(* Traffic Noise *) (Verse 1) Eleven-thirty on the dot, time to hit the spot Damn that *** be hot, my *** be what chu' got On a sack of bud, these *** gotta dub But they ain't got no love, young *** so what Let's hook with these ***, start to smoke up all of they Swisher's Get up inside they britches, start to get up off they riches You know I'm down man, stop off and get some gas Knowin' Pam's shakin' in part from the last Stereo I be catchin' from words I be flexin' I got a Smith-N-Wesson for those who want a lesson No time for no students, I be down for some shootings I be lookin' for the fluids for me and my crew kit Park up on that hill, ten minutes away from Beale Sittin' try to chill to get to know this ho that kill Her *** all hot, yet tend to be on ya block Them haters be tryin' to stop but I gets hella props That pimpness from Memphis, them *** be tryin' to get this Shoot em' up off they block but they got flipped just like a gymnast So watch when I swings and my swangs These *** do not no my name, these *** do not know a thang Let it rain, let it rain (Chorus x2) (Let it rain) Let it rain on those who cannot hold ya back Or men in chains, I was achin' cowards out the crack (Let it rain) Let it rain on those no that name I should not mention When things got kind of heated got they *** up out the kitchen (Let it rain) (Verse 2) Roll up on the ***, *** wanna pick Me against a big, what the *** is this You a ***' donor, I be smokin' the marijuana Tela hit that corner, you know's that I a goner Outtie five-thousand and these hoes that I be housin' ***' thugs about a dozen, doin' sacks by the thousand Mad as she be on, them *** be got be gone *** em' with the clip, I just beat em' to the strip Go and get that check, red Chev and the Lex I'm eatin' like a biscuit, exorcist be twistin' necks Let's get that *** over, I call the Suave soldiers Rollin' up like boulders, caff in caffeine just like Folgers Had to get em' back, sowed em' up just like that *** must be crap, comin' in and out like that Wax up on that ***, stomp you feet now even *** Breezy just like Weezy, movin' up like Jefferson's The southern type of weather and *** don't stick together Had jewels and S-K blew ya crew, let it rain (Chorus x2) (Verse 3) No time for me to stop, pass me the glock Got my homie Ball on the call, lick him jocks Jocks is lickin' in, still I'm down with Hen Got em' doin' ten push ups *** kick the skins Time is obsolete, doin' bout at least 90 miles an hour through the streets, *** greased Rub me, tired munch, stay warm from the clutch Got the heaters in the trunk, cause there be cold fronts Exhaust and ***, a forcast edition Hurricanes on my terrains, a death of my condition A changin' of the climates brings some *** blindness Glad to see you smilin', no congestion in my sinus Should I just eat the cakes, hoes turn tricks Men take yo dough, Suave deal with big ol' hits (Chorus to fade)