When It Rains Songtext
von Threat

We′ll have a high of 59 degrees with the
Temperature dropping rapidly towards this evening

When it rain it pours, the lightning and the thunder's like a storm
And that′s when they start transforming

He sent a letter to your favorite Cinderella
Come to find out some fella done broke your umbrella

He brought your name up to such a gamer

As evil as his scheme, it's like People's Magazine
The coldest, smartest homie don′t know me
He got my name caught up in the middle of some shit like Monie Love

He even got Cupid looking stupid
His arrow′s too narrow so they break like a toothpick
The hoe just told me she heard it through the grapevine
When she ain't with me, I′m having a great time
I feel sorry for those that double-cross me
'Cause these fake sheets, they got me hot like coffee
By the way, snitches get found in ditches
Or Agent Salt might find your ass out while they fishing offshore

′Cause when it rain it pours... and I'm out in the rain


Motherfucking bitch, I′ma smoke that hoe!

Players can't trust they neighbors
They all in the Kool-Aid and don't know the flavor

Well this is a A and B conversation, so see ya
′Cause I′d rather see ya than be ya
'Cause info travel like tumble around ears like Dumbo
And that′s the way it go, cap and save a hoe
Why you on a dirty mack neat? You must need some T-A-T

Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
And now I'm outside my socks, looking like a bitch on a box

Just when you thought you owned her
You only had a common cold but now you got pneumonia
Testicles freezing like an Eskimo′s dick
I ain't lying, y′all Tylenol couldn't do shit
On my back with my hat in need of medicine
And a bitch still won't let us in, I′m out in the rain

Ayo, don′t worry about nothing when we get up in that motherfucker
We gonna smoke that bitch!
Ayo, Dre... yo, back


So beware of Sir Nose 'cause he lurks in your home
Even when your ass ain′t there, he got a chair
So if you come home and all your guess is on the steps
It's better than waking up with hot grits on your chest
So bone out, go to mom′s house and get your NyQuil
Now this shit is starting to rain like hell
So dear Mr. Postman, I hope the post office
Got half on your motherfucking coffin when I catch you in the rain