The Weather (feat. Rick Ross & Cuzzy Capone)

Most the time, when it rain it start pouring'
 But how we grind, it make the weather change for us
 We roll through, but we never change for 'em
 So smile for us, when you see us, drive for us
 Nigga watch us ball
 Stop a star, nigga not at all
 I'm poppin' broads with Tiny Hog at the shoppin' mall
 All money in the squad, boy I'm not involved
 Can't pay the cost to floss? I can spot your flaws
 SLs with the toppin' off
 Dress well when it's time to ball
 Couple hundred for my boxer drawers
 Young nigga used to shop at Ross
 First to shoot when it's poppin' off
 Couple times, a nigga almost got popped by Ross
 Crash unit, buzz cut ex-marines
 Crenshaw, Slauson Ave 17
 Infant Stone, Lil' Shady, Baby Buke to fast light a demonstration
 85 Cutlass with the 380s
 Summertime functions, L.A. streets' crazy
 Shoot it out that's what this crew about
 Hangin' out the Cutlass window with the Rugar out
 Prove yo'self, killers in pursuit of clout
 It felt wrong, but who is you to doubt
 Look, my master plan was buy a pound and then move it south
 And hopefully one day I'll put this music out
 Trippin' now, seeing that it's movin' out
 I'm buying spots, nigga movin' out
 My fan base, I see 'em movin' south
 I'm overseas eating fuckin' croûte
 Yeah... so I can tell you what this hustling 'bout
 I couldn't tell you what no luck about
 I had maps on my wall, nigga
 Dope sacks in my drawers, nigga
 Look, a lot of stress I couldn't rest not at all
 Nigga risking everything trynna ball
 Niggas get it and they fall off
 It's cause they all soft
 Nigga like me started at the car wash
 8am to 10pm, that's on the rainy day
 Wise words from dope boys meant everything
 They say it's levels to the street life
 Then I seen a bezel with the pink ice
 All natural, momma tell you to be careful
 In the trap trappin' to increase capital
 No longer cruising with the windows down
 Hand on the pistol anticipating the riddle sound
 I'm Kanye when it came to 'ye
 I'm Jay-Z when it came to keys
 I'm Snoop when it came to weed
 So now they wanna Biggie me
 As the credit rolls, now the charge is federal
 Money bags, I'm placed upon a pedestal
 Still on the block in my Reeboks
 You ain't really know these was the Basquiat's
 You ain't really know who really call shots
 Worldwide mastermind, number one all charts
 Reporting live from the land of the hopeless
 Representing for the team that won rings with no coaches
 We stay strapped and we cockin' so don't approach us
 Price Johnson with a big gold chain and Louis Loafers
 Been hiding guns in the sofa since toy soldiers
 Thunder-domes up in Hyde Park, didn't nobody know us
 We took all fades, our introduction was from the shoulders
 We was kids, honestly we just needed someone to hold us
 Grindin' hard on them corners with cane boulders
 Fascinated by the green, all we wanted was Range Rovers
 On the block politicking with brain blowers
 Real niggas that got love in their hearts but can't show it
 We live and die for the fame and the lights glowing
 Fox Hills buying Jordans, but still the pain shown'
 When I die, put me next to the dead poets
 Tell 'em God had a plan for me and I didn't know it
 Victory