The Weather (feat. Rick Ross & Cuzzy Capone) Lyrics

The Weather ft. Rick Ross & Cuzzy Capone - Nipsey Hussle

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Most the time, when it rain it start pouring'

But how we grind, it make the weather change for us

We roll through, but we never change for 'em

So smile for us, when you see us, drive for us

Nigga watch us ball

Stop a star, nigga not at all

I'm poppin' broads with Tiny Hog at the shoppin' mall

All money in the squad, boy I'm not involved

Can't pay the cost to floss? I can spot your flaws

SLs with the toppin' off

Dress well when it's time to ball

Couple hundred for my boxer drawers

Young nigga used to shop at Ross

First to shoot when it's poppin' off

Couple times, a nigga almost got popped by Ross

Crash unit, buzz cut ex-marines

Crenshaw, Slauson Ave 17

Infant Stone, Lil' Shady, Baby Buke to fast light a demonstration

85 Cutlass with the 380s

Summertime functions, L.A. streets' crazy

Shoot it out that's what this crew about

Hangin' out the Cutlass window with the Rugar out

Prove yo'self, killers in pursuit of clout

It felt wrong, but who is you to doubt

Look, my master plan was buy a pound and then move it south

And hopefully one day I'll put this music out

Trippin' now, seeing that it's movin' out

I'm buying spots, nigga movin' out

My fan base, I see 'em movin' south

I'm overseas eating fuckin' croûte

Yeah... so I can tell you what this hustling 'bout

I couldn't tell you what no luck about

I had maps on my wall, nigga

Dope sacks in my drawers, nigga

Look, a lot of stress I couldn't rest not at all

Nigga risking everything trynna ball

Niggas get it and they fall off

It's cause they all soft

Nigga like me started at the car wash

8am to 10pm, that's on the rainy day

Wise words from dope boys meant everything

They say it's levels to the street life

Then I seen a bezel with the pink ice

All natural, momma tell you to be careful

In the trap trappin' to increase capital

No longer cruising with the windows down

Hand on the pistol anticipating the riddle sound

I'm Kanye when it came to 'ye

I'm Jay-Z when it came to keys

I'm Snoop when it came to weed

So now they wanna Biggie me

As the credit rolls, now the charge is federal

Money bags, I'm placed upon a pedestal

Still on the block in my Reeboks

You ain't really know these was the Basquiat's

You ain't really know who really call shots

Worldwide mastermind, number one all charts

Reporting live from the land of the hopeless

Representing for the team that won rings with no coaches

We stay strapped and we cockin' so don't approach us

Price Johnson with a big gold chain and Louis Loafers

Been hiding guns in the sofa since toy soldiers

Thunder-domes up in Hyde Park, didn't nobody know us

We took all fades, our introduction was from the shoulders

We was kids, honestly we just needed someone to hold us

Grindin' hard on them corners with cane boulders

Fascinated by the green, all we wanted was Range Rovers

On the block politicking with brain blowers

Real niggas that got love in their hearts but can't show it

We live and die for the fame and the lights glowing

Fox Hills buying Jordans, but still the pain shown'

When I die, put me next to the dead poets

Tell 'em God had a plan for me and I didn't know it

Victory