Weather People Lyrics

[Verse 1] I met shorty at the mall Her bra holdin two d-cups of jello My socks yellow from leaky - Hello! What a bag would do to you When the doobiest move me to a piece of property Forget what I just put the groupie through Got her spinnin to the angel, dizzy to diesel Roll up the PCP-lease, I'm busy with evil My hand on the tit, I'm commandin her clit Disband of this shit, nobody knows but it's expandin the chips Chicks wanna touch I might go shoot up the fruits in her Dip in my mouth lookin like I'm recruited by Lucifer Ain't like what I roll up is anti-religious But it's like I copped in chinatown, I would slant eyes the bitches [Chorus] This is for my Weather People, them clever people Haters should speak against cause they were never equals Drug-fiends, I was happy to beat you What you tell the ex hoes? "I'm sorry I ain't treat you!" Learned myself cause nobody said "let me teach you" This ain't for the Middletown people I still see through This is for my Weather People, them clever people Haters should speak against cause they were never equals Dust-fiends, I was happy to beat you What you tell the ex ho? "I'm sorry I ain't eat you!" Learned myself cause nobody said "let me teach you" We follow the same road but we know where it leads to [Verse 2] Chrome 380 drive me crazy cause it's fun to clap My tit rader, callin out more hoes than Thundercats In that burberry like a yuppie lumberjack But you don't see the pattern till I take the coat off blunderblack Rolled up, ready for brain acupuncture Then I took the hoodie off the clit and didn't much her Welcome to the strangest of days, there's dangerous ways You find death, I found it in the angelin haze Johnny Mnemonic with the Bubonic in the leathergoose f*ck the North Face, it's what I got underneath that's weatherproof And when it jump out to speak It'll greet you with a flash of light then leave you in a box cause the worms need you [Chorus] [Verse 3] Come and see Hell's house, whatever bleeds yells out And the first two letters of my click is "WE" spelled out The locals hate me, cause the locals love me Every piece of shit emcee with a dream from here can't touch me "f*ck me!" - That's what they hoes yell out, lovin the penis Tight like the rims in the street with the rubber between us Everytime I whipe my ass or get cloudy Ten local rappers wanna write a song about me In and out of the hash like I'm in and out of the blue mesk In and out of my mind like I'm in and out of the US Drip swet to NY, dip wet then get high And thank G.O.D. Al-Qaida wasn't in the sky [Chorus]

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