Come in from the Rain

Hit the weed, guzzle your Corona, pass the Gin
You know it's been a while but we feelin' it now
So pass the slimmy and the Hennessy, I got the energy
Devil's Night, part two
The rough sound muh'fucker, niggaz killin' it now
We both rock mics but yours is into our chest
Hit the weed, guzzle your Corona, pass the Gin

The fuck down, I don't give a fuck now, whassup?
Liable to have you in a medical room
I ain't feelin' nothin' you wrote so I'm stompin' your throat
It's that same ol' shit, niggaz back again
I ain't home, I'm so wet gettin' stoned with Norah Jones
A basket case indeed, stronger than a can of mace

Get to cappin' at your captain 'til he fall outta life
Better duck 'cause they back bustin' gats again
Better duck 'cause they back bustin' gats again

That's why my mouth smell like hot dogs and yellow Persh

I spray paint your car up like Rain-O nigga
Slap you in the face while you patty-cakin' witcha seed
I step on your shoes and won't say pardon, be cautious
It's that same ol' shit, niggaz back again

My dick's so small, I can pee on my own balls
Get your name in the obituary column sheet
You would think you in Death Row's office
Show up at the hospital and start punchin' your folks
It's that same ol' shit, niggaz back again
I'm a dog on the mic that'll brawl out with Christ
Yo yo, you fallin' off, goin' back to smokin' crack again
Yo yo, you fallin' off, goin' back to smokin' crack again
Homie you wanna be a G? Go toe-to-toe wit me
Get your name in the obituary column sheet
Get your name in the obituary column sheet
See me and you are sorta like the same I guess
I keep it on the flo' under the seat, I ain't a hoe
Got a chrome that be fuckin' up shit worse than I
And I'ma kill every man that came with you
Hey 'em where yo' momma at? Yo

Bitches all over me, sayin' yes like Floetry
Better duck 'cause they back bustin' gats again
I lose a fight after school and I came home and got one

The rough sound muh'fucker, niggaz killin' it now
I'm ill enough to fall in the middle of moshpits
Piggity-pow, nigga be out
We a bunch of hooligans, my hands is on the tool again
Fool fuck this game, I'm poppin' at coach
It ain't no hoe in me dawg, I shoot out where your colons be
Goddamn, you don't want no problems B
You know me, Denaun the same ol' nigga

You would swear that I'm a Gemini
The rough sound muh'fucker, niggaz killin' it now
Talkin' 'bout "Clappin'", quit actin', you barely bust nuts
Take it back to when Das EFX was sayin niggity-wiggity-wild
Miko, where yo' momma at?
I'm a uzi with arms and legs

You wanna take what my 40-cal since you bitch-made
The rough sound muh'fucker, niggaz killin' it now
Wave the people-mover, crowd-controller
44-mag and tear your whole door up
You know it's been a while but we feelin' it now

Havin' meetings to recite what I said
You reap what you sow, that shit you oughta know
Hidin' from the one-time, nutty as I wanna be
That's probably why promoters never pay me right

I wanna fuck that bitch, her stankin' ass
Pink shower cap and yellow drawers

And I ain't gotta touch them niggaz face soon as I say somethin'
You can't do nuttin' to me, Runyan Ave's unruly

Got a pump that'll tear your arm quick, when I leave a carcass
D 12, where yo' momma at?
Hit the weed, guzzle your Corona, pass the Gin
And you know that I'm the shady type, the crazy type
Young Zee, hey Dame, where yo' momma at?
Hit the weed, guzzle your Corona, pass the Gin
Yeah, yeah, knock knock, guess who showed up?
I'm all outta nice, nigga tuck your chain
And truly this ain't a movie, you get slapped with the tooly

Yo, I chuck niggaz daily, a six-man crew that's born crazy
Nigga now you know it's me, I got a .44 wit me
Goddamn, you don't want no problems B
I'm 'bout to bust a Huey and spray up a fuckin' school again
I stay sparkin', bitch I got a attitude
It's that same ol' shit, niggaz back again
Goddamn, you don't want no problems B
Don't get it twisted at the gates, the name is Proof
Rob niggaz 'til my pockets look greener than Yoda
Duty calm your man, before my tooly bomb his head
Yeah, D 12
You know it's been a while but we feelin' it now
Goddamn, you don't want no problems B
Wild and disorderly, pissin' on your toilet seat
Get your name in the obituary column sheet

I can't be a punk, my daddy wasn't none
Better duck 'cause they back bustin' gats again
The drama continues
We lookin' for yo' momma
A triple O.G. like Tray Deee

You don't really want war, I'm chillin' at your door
Put holes in your head and finger-fuck your brain

You don't be takin' heed, you probably idol the Feds

When it comes to pussy, Bizarre goes to work
Momma dropped me on my head and knew that somethin' was broke
So tell your momma hit me on my cell phone

I'll be makin' all these niggaz wanna take a beam
Walk in that bitch with a cell phone then turn it on

Yo yo, you fallin' off, goin' back to smokin' crack again
Spittin' the right game so yo' ass can get laid
To steal every car in this vicinity, you feelin' me?
I kill a guy for nothin', eye to eye
And put it right on my head
Survive and I'm gettin' up high without a flaw bitch
Yo yo, you fallin' off, goin' back to smokin' crack again
This uzi will have you bloody windmill-ing on the floor
You know it's been a while but we feelin' it now