the rain stops Now make it rain (Make it rain) Make it rain (Make it rain) Make it rain (Make it rain) Rain drops Day turns to night as the rain pours
Traduzione: Young Buck. Quando smette di piovere.
they whole clique mayn (clique mayn) When witnesses around, they know how we get down So when the cops come they ain't see shit mayn (shit mayn) My soldiers slangin' 'caine, sunny, snow, in sleet or rain
racin' it Niggas ain't makin' it When I bust Tell it to any nigga chopper bullets you can't trust If you bust, when I spray Head for shelter 10% is gonna
young thugs, the world is yours.. Hey young thugs, the world is yours.. Hey young thugs, the world is yours.. Yeah young thug, the world is yours.. Hey young
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
points bullets racin' it Niggas ain't makin' it When I bust Tell it to any nigga chopper bullets you can't trust If you bust, when I spray Head for shelter
hostile How mothafuckas be hatin cause I live a gangsta lifestyle My profile is so wild you wouldn't wanna kick it With these two young thugs, packin
South Central like Don't flag no flag cause all that's drag Stay close to my holster had enough of these busters Teach 'em not to fuck with the young buck
running up when you come in DJ Screw and Z-Ro the Crooked, to another level you know we took it If they wanted a show 25 could book it, when the drama
out Yeah, I'm well aware of that, Look, Over there's a cat laid out He should've duck when the hollow once sprayed out Buck, Buck, Click clack, Buck, Buck, Buck
a home run pitch, know I'm tal'n bout [Hook] When I slam candy do's, (I'ma show you how it go) When I push a wide load, (I'ma show you how it go) When
look after itself unless you happen to be living here i've got to stop (chorus) people are squinting to block out the sun complaining or soaking it up praying for rain
I was eighteen years old when I went down to Dublin With a fistfull of money and a cartload of dreams. "Take your time," said my father, "stop rushing
[Young Chris talking] Where that pian sat at (uh) Young Gannas (chea) What up niggas; Niggas got till January to get they shit together; You hear that
Stamps, We Stackin' It Off Past That Joint, Whats His Name Son? I Dont Remember The Haitian Nigga With The Guitar That Sang "Gone In November" I Do A Buck 40 In The Rain