Nipsey Hussle - The Weather Lyrics
[Intro: Nipsey Hu$$le]Most the time, when it rain it start pouring'But how we grind, it make the weather change for us[X3]We roll through, but we never change for 'emSo smile for us, when you see us, drive for us[Verse 1: Nipsey Hu$$le]Nigga watch us ballStop a star, nigga not at allI'm poppin' broads with Tiny Hog at the shoppin' mallAll money in the squad, boy I'm not involvedCan't pay the cost to floss? I can spot your flawsSLs with the toppin' offDress well when it's time to ballCouple hundred for my boxer drawersYoung nigga used to shop at RossFirst to shoot when it's poppin' offCouple times, a nigga almost got popped by RossCrash unit, buzz cut ex-marinesCrenshaw, Slauson Ave 17Infant Stone, Lil' Shady, Baby Buke to fast light a demonstration85 Cutlass with the 380sSummertime functions, L.A. streets' crazyShoot it out that's what this crew aboutHangin' out the Cutlass window with the Rugar outProve yo'self, killers in pursuit of cloutIt felt wrong, but who is you to doubtLook, my master plan was buy a pound and then move it southAnd hopefully one day I'll put this music outTrippin' now, seeing that it's movin' outI'm buying spots, nigga movin' outMy fan base, I see 'em movin' southI'm overseas eating *****in' croûteYeah... so I can tell you what this hustling 'boutI couldn't tell you what no luck aboutI had maps on my wall, niggaDope sacks in my drawers, niggaLook, a lot of stress I couldn't rest not at allNigga risking everything trynna ball[Verse 2: Rick Ross]Niggas get it and they fall offIt's cause they all softNigga like me started at the car wash8am to 10pm, that's on the rainy dayWise words from dope boys meant everythingThey say it's levels to the street lifeThen I seen a bezel with the pink iceAll natural, momma tell you to be carefulIn the trap trappin' to increase capitalNo longer cruising with the windows downHand on the pistol anticipating the riddle soundI'm Kanye when it came to 'yeI'm Jay-Z when it came to keysI'm Snoop when it came to weedSo now they wanna Biggie meAs the credit rolls, now the charge is federalMoney bags, I'm placed upon a pedestalStill on the block in my ReeboksYou ain't really know these was the Basquiat'sYou ain't really know who really call shotsWorldwide mastermind, number one all charts[Verse 3: Cuzzy Capone]Reporting live from the land of the hopelessRepresenting for the team that won rings with no coachesWe stay strapped and we *****in' so don't approach usPrice Johnson with a big gold chain and Louis LoafersBeen hiding guns in the sofa since toy soldiersThunder-domes up in Hyde Park, didn't nobody know usWe took all fades, our introduction was from the shouldersWe was kids, honestly we just needed someone to hold usGrindin' hard on them corners with cane bouldersFascinated by the green, all we wanted was Range RoversOn the block politicking with brain blowersReal niggas that got love in their hearts but can't show itWe live and die for the fame and the lights glowingFox Hills buying Jordans, but still the pain shown'When I die, put me next to the dead poetsTell 'em God had a plan for me and I didn't know itVictory
