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    "Rain It Pours" Lyrics

    Trick Daddy

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    'Tis the season to be jolly
    (Jolly, for what) hell if I know
    I just don't get it, tell it like it is
    It's on, truth hurts

    [Chorus - 2x]
    It's like the sun in the summer
    It's like the cold in the winter
    And when it rains it pours
    Y'all keep sweating these hoes
    And doing this one for the poor ones

    [Trick Daddy]
    This one here is dedicated for them hatas, I wrote it for my niggas
    Who ain't here they couldn't make it, let's face it
    The dope game is getting shaky
    When shit get flaky, see most niggas can't take it
    I done seen the biggest dope dealas turn squealas
    And yesterday's killas, today's fucked niggas
    ?That's defined? on behalf of the state
    Your main key witness, and won't involve me with em
    You could set me up to crush time
    It ain't selling the vines so nigga, lay down and do your time
    Cause, back when you was kingpinning
    I was sitting off in prison, and you ain't send me a penny
    And closing arguments can't get me
    I had it deep for the state, caught his first witness

    That's right, that's right
    From one heat to another, you a sucka

    [Chorus - 2x]

    [Trick Daddy]
    As an American, I think the whole world's against us
    It took 9-11 just to convince us
    That we got wars going on
    And it's way bigger than thugs, this shit's deeper than drugs
    Suicide bombings, and air attacks
    All the planes that were hijacked, and all of our politics
    So I guess that makes me a democrat
    The Republican party problems are worrying about crack
    If I could speak another language, I'd say it in
    French, Spanish damn it, so everybody understand it
    Want everybody on the planet, that if you anti-thug
    I guess you gets no love, from us

    [Chorus - 2x]

    [Trick Daddy]
    Where are the police at when you really need em
    How can you chastise a child, if you ain't allowed to beat him
    Want to screaming for no reason
    Why you keep reproducing if you know you can't feed em
    If he leave you, don't blame him
    He the father of two mugs so regardless, you ought to raise em
    And it might seem outrageous
    This unsafe sex these days quite dangerous
    And stop killing these babies, I mean it, I love em
    If you don't want em give em to me I'll raise em
    Truth is, that the future is our kids, and every playa with skills
    Should be in the NFL, for real

    [Chorus - 2x]

    'Tis the season to be jolly
    (Jolly, for what) hell if I know
    I just don't get it, tell it like it is
    It's on, truth hurts
    This song was last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Maurice Young, Robert F. Tewlow.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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