Ja Rule - The Rain lyrics

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(feat. black, 0-1, Jody Mack)

[Ja Rule: Talking]

We 'bout to do the damn thing, you know

Roll that shit up, pop that shit

Pass that quarter, nigga

Haha, it's the CMC

[Chorus x2]

Everybody wanna fly, hiiigh

Aim for the hills now

The Rain gon' trickle down, Sugar

All over you, heeey

[Jody Mack]

Aiyyo, I figure if I'm goin out, fuck it, I'm goin all in

Straight to the, top of the world where it ain't no fallin

My inner self is warnin, Chris Black it's like chill

But you know about Jody, oh Jody get ill

But now here I go, fallin down the hill, nigga tumblin

Thirsty than a muh'fucka, butterflies rumblin

The sunshine comin in, my eyes still rainin

I'm focused real hard but the numbness remainin

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 hours pass

Spend up the gas station, tank still for of gas

Oh Lord, it's what I'm in but I want it to stop

I got my rain coat on and really want it to pop

A nigga humble, but you know a nigga Jody won't eat

It's real crazy on the hill where the homies don't sleep

I seen a full moon, made a left, jammed on the breaks

Hit the curb, crashed and burned, damn it was too late

[Chorus x2]

[O-1]

I think I'm float-in, cause the way you make me feel

Got me - goin, I'm so open, I'm tryna stay focused

But I'm livin it up, fourth way model, bitches and up!!

Take a ride in my Ferrari baby, burnin the clutch!!

it's a little, don't give a fuck about, rappin it up!!

I'm just, eager to fuck!!

You know me it's O-1, quick to pop 1 or 2, bitches

Makin it easy to come for you, bitches

You know how a nigga penetrate

Grabbin you by the waste, fuckin 4 to 8

That's us, ass up

You lookin so good that a nigga can't pass up

But the way my nigga feelin, I can't respond to the touch

Tired as fuck, man, sweatin like a son of a bitch

Can't even love you, damn

[Chorus]

[Ja Rule]

Everybody wanna fly hiiigh, over the hill tops

But knowin everythings about slidin down through the raindrops

Phase pop and pose sakin, 'bout to run outta patience

Everything is a blur, heart racin

Mind over matrix, Heavenly Father

Devilishly I really got a low key car

But it's harder then to pass, peer pressure in all the masses

When all the kids is goin on class trips, caught acid

Listenin to hard rock classic, bangin they heads on walls

Then go blame Eminem for that shit

The mind could be hazardous, when it's influenced

By substance abusive music for people to go use it

But, I was alike, like a tint on a window

Everything is darker, just a little bit harder

So when the wind blow, I wistle in the willows

On the top of the hill, 'cause I know

[Chorus x4]