Let It Rain

Looks like rain...
 Sittin down in my crack house
 Earning my pay
 It's the southwest juggla claiming Delray
 Violent j, known by gang squad and police alike
 I'm known to get wrong off the get right
 Hanging out the truck I blow the mausburg off
 Who the head of your set I blow your boss shirt off
 I be the top dawg killa, who the bomb don?
 You're soft like a bon bon, in your Sean John
 I'm riding dirtay up and down forth, escort
 I'm in a Ringmaster gold super sport
 And it's about to rain I see the weather bad
 Hit the top on up like I better had
 I cut back to the cut, to get a cut of my cut,
 Because even in a hurricane a crack head will show up
 I be the gang tag K-a, gay fag slayer, bag weigher
 With a sweet street sweeped AK I don't care...
 (Chorus x2)
 I like the darkness
 It's 'bout to helly flow
 Tornado sirens
 Let it rain wicked shit
 It's pouring man, I'm smoking a blunt
 It's pouring rain, the hood soaking it up
 But it's getting kind of windy and the walls are shaking
 Fucking roofs coming off I'm in a lazy boy, baking
 I see the crack heads trying to reach the porch
 But the wind sweep 'em off before they get to the door they only 90 pounds
 Grab something held down, Because you looking funny flying around, FAG!
 Blunt wrap on my lap, ash all over me
 Playing Nintendo, mega man 4, from '93
 Shudders are shaking and the lightning is frightening
 Fucking windows are breaking; man I'm thinking it might be a tornado
 Go to the door, open it up, yup, all the same back to my game
 It's all right, along as that motherfucker stay outside I'm tight
 (Chorus x2)
 I like the darkness
 It's 'bout to helly flow
 Tornado sirens
 Let it rain wicked shit
 Holy fucking shit what the fuck is happilating
 The whole house spinning and shaking
 Damn near breaking in half, I take it and laugh
 Because what the fuck can I do?
 I put the rocks in my sock so I don't lose them too,
 I'm fucking hanging on I lost all but my drawers
 Somehow my game's still good chilling on pause
 We air born and the windows flying passing by
 A crackheads waving at me still trying to buy
 Mailboxes, a pizza man, some garbage cans
 Then I seen a naked ass bitch like... damn!
 There was all kind a crazy shit caught in the storm
 But before long all that shit was gone...