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  • Текст песни Cage - Weather People

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    Слова песни Weather People (Song Lyrics)
    [Verse 1]
    I met shorty at the mall
    Her bra holdin two d-cups of jello
    My socks yellow from leaky - Hello!
    What a bag would do to you
    When the doobiest move me to a piece of property
    Forget what I just put the groupie through
    Got her spinnin to the angel, dizzy to diesel
    Roll up the PCP-lease, I'm busy with evil
    My hand on the tit, I'm commandin her clit
    Disband of this shit, nobody knows but it's expandin the chips
    Chicks wanna touch I might go shoot up the fruits in her
    Dip in my mouth lookin like I'm recruited by Lucifer
    Ain't like what I roll up is anti-religious
    But it's like I copped in chinatown, I would slant eyes the bitches
    [Chorus]
    This is for my Weather People, them clever people
    Haters should speak against cause they were never equals
    Drug-fiends, I was happy to beat you
    What you tell the ex hoes? "I'm sorry I ain't treat you!"
    Learned myself cause nobody said "let me teach you"
    This ain't for the Middletown people I still see through
    This is for my Weather People, them clever people
    Haters should speak against cause they were never equals
    Dust-fiends, I was happy to beat you
    What you tell the ex ho? "I'm sorry I ain't eat you!"
    Learned myself cause nobody said "let me teach you"
    We follow the same road but we know where it leads to
    [Verse 2]
    Chrome 380 drive me crazy cause it's fun to clap
    My tit rader, callin out more hoes than Thundercats
    In that burberry like a yuppie lumberjack
    But you don't see the pattern till I take the coat off blunderblack
    Rolled up, ready for brain acupuncture
    Then I took the hoodie off the clit and didn't much her
    Welcome to the strangest of days, there's dangerous ways
    You find death, I found it in the angelin haze
    Johnny Mnemonic with the Bubonic in the leathergoose
    Fuck the North Face, it's what I got underneath that's weatherproof
    And when it jump out to speak
    It'll greet you with a flash of light
    then leave you in a box cause the worms need you
    [Chorus]
    [Verse 3]
    Come and see Hell's house, whatever bleeds yells out
    And the first two letters of my click is "WE" spelled out
    The locals hate me, cause the locals love me
    Every piece of shit emcee with a dream from here can't touch me
    "Fuck me!" - That's what they hoes yell out, lovin the penis
    Tight like the rims in the street with the rubber between us
    Everytime I whipe my ass or get cloudy
    Ten local rappers wanna write a song about me
    In and out of the hash like I'm in and out of the blue mesk
    In and out of my mind like I'm in and out of the US
    Drip swet to NY, dip wet then get high
    And thank G.O.D. Al-Qaida wasn't in the sky
    [Chorus]

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