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(feat. Lil Wayne, Stack Bundles)

[Jim Jones]
This is 9 tre news I m Jimmy Jones here with your weather
We apologize for the drout all week but it looks like thunderstorms
all weekend. We fittin to make it rain on you motherfuckers (Ya Heard Me)

[Chorus 2X: Stack Bundles]
Look Weatherman with that money I make it rain on em
Weatherman with that paper I make it rain on em
Weatherman with that kitty I make it rain on em (YEH)
I make it rain on em (YEH) I make it rain on em (YESIR)

[Jim Jones]
I m Rick James I m rich bitch is what I tell em
Just left the bank I took 50 from the teller (CashMoney)
I m fittin to make it rain so getchu an umbrella
We also make it snow we cocaine gram sellers (That Yayo)
Ballin gettin high throwin dolla s from the sky (balllllin)
Big reffer cloud got in storming inside (drizzlin)
Foreign outside I m usually foreign when I drive (Speedin)
A buck sixty feels like you soaring in the sky
Blowing money on the liqiour (Twisted)
At the strip joint blowing money on the bitches (Let it rain)
We standin on the bar throwing money like a pitcher (Get money)
But nigga I ain t slippin got a fully-loaded trigga
And that can cause a heatwave (getchu clapped haa)
That mean you diggin you a deep grave
Nigga s Jump yo ass have em missin you for 3 days (Where he at?)
Cam says that this nigga s a sucker (fareaal)
So that mean that this nigga s a sucker (Ya heard that? Capo)

[Chorus 2X: Jim Jones]
I m the, Weatherman with that money I make it rain on em (Ballllin)
Weathetman with that paper I bought a range on em (Capo)
20 grand worth uh money I bought champagne (Do it)
I make it rain on em (Do it) Make it rain on em (Do it)

[Lil Wayne]
Wezzy fuckin baby, Get em a leash
Young money Dipset you betta believe
That gun got me walking like I got irregular knees
I be all over the bread like sesomi seeds
Auto-matic with the money like Reggi for 3 (laughing)
Big birds no Sesame Street, Bitch!
I m to clean they ain t messin with me
I m just trying to see my decimals speak
Now these niggaz just lighter then some good shit to me (Ok)
These niggaz sweet like a taheshin treat (Ok)
They say I m full of hot air then I release the heat
Split a nigga from his teeth to feet (Daamn)
Know what I m talkin about
Know what I meaaan like keep the sneaks
I go dolla for dolla, week for week (Yeeah)
And Birdman said you niggaz is bitches
So that mean you niggaz is bitches, And Me?

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I m the Weatherman with that money I make it rain on em
Weatherman with that paper I make it rain on em
Still Ballin after the hundred K
I m the weatherman with that money I make it rain on em

[Chorus: Stack Bundles]
Weatherman with that money I make it rain on em
Weatherman with that paper I make it rain on em (Yesir)
Weatherman with that kitty I make it rain on em (Yeeah)
I make it rain on em (Yeeah) I make it rain on em (Yeah)

[Stack Bundles]
Look!
Nuffin changed I m still ballin like I m spose to be
Shot callin like I m spose to be
I spoil her like she close to me (Yeeah)
Find something bad bag her like groceries
Lifestyles like Six Flags I m rollercoasterlly
Pockets full of kitty, these niggaz ain t gettin money like I was
I make it rain on em, they callin scattered showers (WHAAT)
I m the motherfuckin Weatherman (Yeaah)
Tornado money can t fit it in a rubberband (Naah)
Check tha news It s goin be a cloudy forecast (And whaat)
And when I move a couple goons in that R Class (Yesir)
She want a Doughboy nigga that do numbers
A smile likle lightning and a ass like thunder (Yeeah)
I Shows out and the whores all love it (Love it)
And when it stop drizzlin the floors all flooded (Yessir)
In one night blew bezzle on charm money
Fuck it it s nothin I m still spendin Desert Storm money

[Chorus - Stack Bundles til fade]

Tekst :

You re reign on the top, short like Leprechauns
I came through in drops, Porches and heavy charms
I came from the block, the slums wit ex-con s
And we aimin them glocks of course ready to bomb
Now I done seen a Custy cop four pies of the same gear
Also seen a nigga cop four rides in the same year
This concrete jungle, no trees to swing from
This weed and gettin drunk and heaters gettin dumped
Hit the highway nigga ki s up in the trunk
Back up in the city with some skeezas in the trunk
I aint a player but I do my dirt dog
Drop top Cedes better move when it merk off
It got me swingin to the left lane
Plus a nigga caughin cause the haze give me chest pain
Yes motha fucka the boys is back
With my vest and I m tucked up with my boys in back

[Chorus: Jim Jones]
You dont want it with them niggaz
While you niggaz steady bitching my niggaz gettin richer
You mad cause we ballin
Bet you mad cause we scorin
If he get out of line put his punk ass in a coffin
Nigga we a ragime, Byrdgang we the truth
Keep a foriegn sedan or swirvin in the coupe
Oakwood in the interior, swade on the roof
Now shoot, {Bang, Bang} shoot {Bang, Bang}

[Hell Rell]
Aw man Hell Rell, he on the same bullshit agiain
Same black hoody{Yup}, same fo fifth again
Bithes stopped likin me but now they on my dick again
Seen me in the Ashton with my glistinin
Yea I m bustin off the chrome
Yea I m bout to off your dome
Kill the mother and the father, kids go to foster homes
Yea I like to floss the chrome, nigga leave the boss alone
See my neck and my wrist, I m rockin what it costs for homes
Homie they dont call me ruger for nothing
Back out on theese bitch niggaz get that ruger to dumpin
Dont run up on me nigga you know I stay with it
G d up from the beef and brock s to the Oakland A s fitted
That s the bottom to the top, it s in the bottom of the pot
I got it white, I got it tan, it s either you copin or you not
Nigga jets is pullin off and you stuck in the current
D.I.P., B.G., fuck what you heard

[Chorus]

[Jim Jones]
We all strapped in the ride, I aint talkin like the elderly
Yac ed when we drive like a rollin fuckin felony
Trapped to survive, get the bucks, sell them ki s
It s hard to get by that s why we puff hell a weed
But if this high dont come down
I feal the world spinnin like the sky gon come down
I need air top of the ride gon come down
And i swear I stay fly when I jump out
Jewled up in ice like what that dude like
Spider four thirty with the blue ish lights
Got the coupe bright, still shoot dice
For my niggaz on the east side this is true life

[Chorus]

Tekst :

(feat. Juelz Santana)

Lemme two-twelve wit you for second
True story

[Jim Jones]
Cold sweats (sweaty sheets)
From bad dreams (nightmares)
I hope the Feds don t grab the team
Cause we been labeled as the trouble makers (DipSet)
We sell whole pies so you ain t got to cut the cake up
Tell no lies, so the Lord come and take us (solemnly swear)
Praise to Allah, hope the Lord He forsake us (pray for me)
And outlaws is what it made us
We live the fast life, and so we ball out major (ballin )
Until I see a ribbon in the sky
Cop plush cars put ribbons on the ride (full speed ahead)
Due to my political ties
I can t roll around without the drip in the ride (East Side)
And if my gun boys ain t hear of ya
You re lightweight I get the young boys to murder ya
You re looking at a cracker s worst nightmare
Young, black, rich and with a fresh pair Nikes
Boy you talk about my life here
Fuck wit OGs that put dice in the mirror
And they tell me that life s but a gamble
The media will turn your whole life into a scandal

[Chorus]
Put my emotions aside (why?)
Cause they can never take my alive (no)
I m a ride (I m a ride)
And don t cry (don t cry)
Cause Momma raised hell of a thug (I m a thug)
And if I m standing in front of the judge
Guess what?
He can never take me alive (no)
I m a ride (I m a ride)
And don t cry (don t cry)

[Juelz Santana]
Poured off Bentley
Looking like steroids
Jetson car, I m looking like Elroy
Maserati lookin like a shark on land
Neiman Marcus edition, contraband
Neiman Marcus I m in it, shopping and
Five thousand spent on pants, man (man)
Bitches love it, niggas want it
So bad they wanna take it, but I kill em for it (huh)
Believe me, I m like a bear that ain t get his porridge
You better stay out the forest, warning
It s Santana he fucks,
Money man, make you do a handstand for the bucks
I see you clear, my antennas is up
And that hand-scale is still in my pocket
What you want? (What you want?)
Dough boys in the trap, where ya at? (where ya at?)
Coke dealer s in the hood, what s good? (what s good?)
Boy getting them bricks with the stamp on the shit
Well come meet the man that s stamping them bricks (us)
Fly wit the Byrds, or lie wit the dirt
Your corpse, flies will emerge

[Chorus]

[Jim Jones]
They say your enemies is close, your friends even closer
Listening to Pac up ten in the roaster (speeding)
Now, do you wanna ride or die?
Blowin smoke in the air, getting high as the sky (that purple)
I m drunk staring B
I need therapy
The paranoia got me thinking conspiracy
Paper on the brain, the brain on the yayo
I make it off the plane I m a land to a payroll
My right hand to God, put my right hand in the jar (that mixture)
And it all come back, like grams of the hard
You heard of us, the murders, the most shady (DipSet)
Been on the low lately, the Feds hate me (Jones)
They try to put cuffs on me and my assailants
When I push fees through the streets, they be tailing (speeding)
They try to catch me out of bounds
They know I got pistols if you catch me outta town (loaded)
A thug changes, and love changes
And since 9/11, the price of the drugs changes

[Chorus]

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złudzenie, że to nie koniec.
wiosennie, promiennie, codziennie
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