[Intro] Looks like rain, looks like rain, looks like rain [Verse 1] Sittin down in my crackhouse earnin my pay Its the Southwest Juggla claimin Delray Violent J, known by the gang squad and police alike Im known to get wrong off the get right Hangin at the truck I load a Mossberg off Who the head of your set I blow your boss shirt off I be the top dark killa, Who da bomb don Ya soft like a bonbon in ya Sean John Im ridin dirtay, up and down in a Ford escort Im in a Ringmaster gold super sport And its 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 Cause even in a hurricane a crack headll show up Ill be the gang tag kayer, gay fag slayer Bag weigher with a sweet street sweep A.Ker, I dont care [Chorus] I like the darkness, its bout to helly flow It pours Tornado sirens, let it rain, wicked shit I like the darkness, its bout to helly flow It pours Tornado sirens, let it rain, wicked shit [Verse 2] Its boring man, Im smoking a blunt Its pouring rain the hood soaking it up But its gettin kinda windy and the walls are shaking Fuckin roofs coming off, Im in a LaZBoy bakin I see the crack heads tryna reach the porch But the wind sweep em off before they get to the door They only ninety pounds, Grab something held down Cause you lookin funny flying around, fag Blunt wrap on my lap ash all over me Playing Nintendo Mega Man 4 from 93 Shutters are shaking and the lighting is frightening Fuckin windows are breaking, man Im thinking it might be A tornado, go to the door open it up Tornado noise Yup All the same back to my game its all right As long as that motherfucker stay outside Im tight [Chorus] I like the darkness, its bout to helly flow It pours Tornado sirens, let it rain, wicked shit I like the darkness, its bout to helly flow It pours Tornado sirens, let it rain, wicked shit [Verse 3] Holy fuckin shit what the fuck is happelatin? The whole house spinning and shaking damn near breaking in half I take it and laugh, cause what the fuck can I do? I put the rocks in my sock so I dont lose them to Im fuckin hangin out, I lost all but my drawers Somehow my game still good chillin on pause We airborne and the windows flying Passin by are crack heads wavin at me still tryna buy Mailboxes, a pizza man, some garbage cans Then I seen a naked ass bitch like, Damn! There was all kinda crazy shit caught in the storm But before long all the shit was gone screams bang
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