[ Featuring Isaiah Rashad, Buddy ]
.30 on my hip in case of rainy day
Fifty in the safe in case of rainy day
All these thirsty bitches on me, give them Gatorade
Really I just wanna keep the rain away
I feel like Nate Dogg, smokin' that Chronic
No barkin' from the dogs, today seems kinda odd
It feels strange, but by any means, I know I'll find a way
I hide my anger away and I pray I keeps the rain away from me (yeah, uh)
We got west siders, low riders, hydraulics
Front liners, bank robbers, get-away drivers (uh)
West siders, low riders, hydraulics (uh-huh, that's good)
Front liners, bank robbers, get-away drivers (yeah, that's good, yeah, yeah)
You know my MO was to p-pu-put it down and get it crackin'
And a Top Dawg can't f*ck 'round with no has-been, what's happenin'?
If the rain turns to flood, even God would say that's tragic
Wanna see what's up my sleeve?
Oh no not now, don't be no addict out here
You can't duck from all that shit, it's automatic out here
Doin' damage out here, yeah, yeah
Got my hands to the sky, gettin' head in the ride
Said it is what it is, let it be what it be
Shine like I never had nothin' 'cause I never had nothin'
Shotgun, freak hoes, what it do, man?
You can't duck from all that shit, it's automatic out here
Doin' damage out here, yeah
I hide my anger away and I pray I keeps the rain away from me (yeah, uh)
We got west siders, low riders, hydraulics
Front liners, bank robbers, get-away drivers
My blunt look like highlighter, way too high with my lighter
Please do not get me started, got CDG on my body
Cpt, we iconic, throw fingers and speak Ebonics
Gp, we need more dollars on G-O-D, yeah
Why you feel so entitled to what I got in my wallet?
If you wanna get that profit, first you gotta get shit poppin'
Ski mask and black Impalas, two hundred thousand dollars
They'll never understand it, real niggas run the planet
She came over with no panties, we count up and rubber band it
I'm causin' that pussy damage, don't sleep on me (yeah)
I pulled up with the homies, we linkin' up with shawties
Please don't shoot up the party
Please don't shoot up the party tonight, yeah, tonight
Could you keep all that bullshit outside? Gotta keep a
.30 on my hip in case of rainy day (rainy day)
Fifty in the safe in case of rainy day (just in case)
All these thirsty bitches on me, give them Gatorade (oh, yeah)
Really I just wanna keep the rain away (smokin')
I feel like Nate Dogg, smokin' that Chronic
No barkin' from the dogs, today seems kinda odd
It feels strange, but by any means, I know I'll find a way
I hide my anger away and I pray I keeps the rain away from me
Ski mask and black Impalas, two-hundred-thousand dollars
They'll never understand it, real niggas run the planet
