Turn up the treble 'cause I hit you with the bass
The Rap Prime Minister, Mr. G Thang
Put the G in the P, flipped the G to a ki
Mystikal, V-90, C, Boz and P
Messin' with my baby, who's sleepin' in my bed
I got my hand on the wheel, my foot on the gas pedal
Talkin' 'bout the raindrops, fallin' on my head
Y'all gone miss me
Fuckin' with the wrong folks, messin' with my spread
I moved out the hood like I should
Oh, the homies might get me? They'll get you
Dippin' through the woods with Fiend, Magic, Pokey
Y'all gone miss me
Windows on tint, ridin' like the President
Bust on the cops while I cuss the Feds
Straight up out the ghetto where they pack the heavy metal
Fuckin' with them haters, messin' with my bread
Yeah, the homies got twist too, whatchu say?
I'm talkin' 'bout the raindrops, fallin' on my head
I had to move down South on the low-low, fo' sho' doe
Master P good lookin' out homeboy, salute my Lieutenant
And buckin' two shots at the devil
Just when you thought I was gone, I'm back on
Ain't no limit to this shit, ain't no gimmick
Remember my name and remember my face
They cut me loose in nine-deuce I swore to tell the whole truth
The illest, cap peelers, that you ever wanna meet
Never miss what you had 'til it's gone
Keep it gangbang 100 proof
Put the West Coast back on the map baby
Messin' with my baby, who's sleepin' in my bed
Listen here, don't try it, and don't deny it
Befo' you motherfuckers was even ready for it?
I've been gangbangin' since I was a juvenile
Everybody say, "Ay Snoop", did Death Row pay me?
Run up on his ass, and blast, like a rebel
And remember, we all gotta leave this place
Check my styles, check my files
Fuckin' with them haters, sleepin' in my bed
Raindrops, fallin' on my head
And don't pay 'em no mind Dogg, man I'm tryin'
And then they had the nerve to call me Hollywood
Fuckin' with them haters, messin' with my bread
Roll a joint, in the bathtub gettin' head
20 Crip don't slip, yeah, it's all to the good
I'm talkin' 'bout the raindrops, fallin' on my head
It's evident, shit I'm doin' good
I'm in it knee deep and can't creep no more
With a gang of pitbulls
And represent your motherfuckin' set 'til you're dead
But I don't give a fuck, if I'm misunderstood
Tupac, rest in peace and God bless all my enemies
Knick-knack-paddy-wack give the Dogg a home
I'm drivin' Dogg-House to the next level
Look here young loc, shit it's all to the gravy
I really can't trip off the past, on the real I had a blast
Remember these words, and remember the taste
Raindrops, fallin' on my head
Showed you how to tie a flag on your head
Hmm, who that nigga that brought you that gangsta shit
Yeah, y'all gone miss me
Y'all gone miss me
Raindrops, fallin' on my head
Y'all gone miss me
Rottweilers and doberman pinschers, bonafide killers
Yeah, y'all gone miss me
I'm tryin' to stay focused, I'm the loc'est in the game
