Let It Rain Lyrics
| Song | Let It Rain |
| Artist | Cypress Hill |
| Album | Original Album Classics |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Fuck all y'all | |
| I'm comin' of the wall | |
| I got a nigga from the source | |
| Swingin' from my balls | |
| Ughh! | |
| Ya want me to set it | |
| Well my mac-11 takes unleaded | |
| Let it rain | |
| And jackin' out fire | |
| What you're seein' when i'm takin' shit another level higher | |
| Now it's on | |
| Ain't gettin' domed | |
| Buckin' all these niggas 'till they all gone | |
| Now we can roll to the east side of town | |
| And i'm lookin' for a fat boy and a lotta (state of clown) | |
| You better move your ass to this mac-11 | |
| Pointed at your ass for the 1-8-7 | |
| 'yeah motherfucker, gonna break your back with this shit. hey motherfuckas: | |
| Move back! yo, b-real..' | |
| I'm the head-hunter | |
| You goin' under | |
| Make a trophy | |
| Call it the two-headed buster | |
| On my mantle | |
| Back in the temple | |
| Givin' up the family | |
| Up and down central | |
| Butt bloody | |
| Anybody | |
| Lookin' for a wide body | |
| One body | |
| Somebody | |
| Some be testin' | |
| Keepin' 'em guessin' | |
| Smile on my face | |
| Got the smith & wesson | |
| Some be testin' | |
| Keepin' 'em guessin' | |
| Smile on my face | |
| Got the smith & wesson | |
| Some be testin' | |
| Keepin' 'em guessin' | |
| Smile on my face | |
| Got the smith & wesson | |
| Some be testin' | |
| Keepin' 'em guessin' | |
| Smile on my face | |
| Got the smith & wesson | |
| I ain't fallin' off like humpty-dumpty | |
| Nigga you still wanna bump me | |
| Still got the hand on pump | |
| And now i'm thumpin' on 'em | |
| Thumpin on 'em | |
| See | |
| Somebody, anybody scream | |
| When i got the gatt with the big red beam | |
| Now what if i moved it up right between your eyes | |
| Now your chances are never | |
| When you're lookin' at the slug at the of the barrel | |
| Where ya gonna run when ya can't move further | |
| Seven eighty one redrum with the murder | |
| Tie him up | |
| Throw him in the trunk | |
| Let the funk | |
| Blow his earsdrums out | |
| 'till he's bleedin' | |
| Then let's get him weeded | |
| It's the phunk buddha | |
| Let me do the | |
| Ceremony up with the hoota | |
| And the shooter | |
| Some be testin' | |
| Keepin' 'em guessin' | |
| Smile on my face | |
| Got the smith & wesson | |
| Some be testin' | |
| Keepin' 'em guessin' | |
| Smile on my face | |
| Got the smith & wesson | |
| Some be testin' | |
| Keepin' 'em guessin' | |
| Smile on my face | |
| Got the smith & wesson | |
| Some be testin' | |
| Keepin' 'em guessin' | |
| Smile on my face | |
| Got the smith & wesson |
| Fuck all y' all | |
| I' m comin' of the wall | |
| I got a nigga from the source | |
| Swingin' from my balls | |
| Ughh! | |
| Ya want me to set it | |
| Well my mac11 takes unleaded | |
| Let it rain | |
| And jackin' out fire | |
| What you' re seein' when i' m takin' shit another level higher | |
| Now it' s on | |
| Ain' t gettin' domed | |
| Buckin' all these niggas ' till they all gone | |
| Now we can roll to the east side of town | |
| And i' m lookin' for a fat boy and a lotta state of clown | |
| You better move your ass to this mac11 | |
| Pointed at your ass for the 187 | |
| ' yeah motherfucker, gonna break your back with this shit. hey motherfuckas: | |
| Move back! yo, breal..' | |
| I' m the headhunter | |
| You goin' under | |
| Make a trophy | |
| Call it the twoheaded buster | |
| On my mantle | |
| Back in the temple | |
| Givin' up the family | |
| Up and down central | |
| Butt bloody | |
| Anybody | |
| Lookin' for a wide body | |
| One body | |
| Somebody | |
| Some be testin' | |
| Keepin' ' em guessin' | |
| Smile on my face | |
| Got the smith wesson | |
| Some be testin' | |
| Keepin' ' em guessin' | |
| Smile on my face | |
| Got the smith wesson | |
| Some be testin' | |
| Keepin' ' em guessin' | |
| Smile on my face | |
| Got the smith wesson | |
| Some be testin' | |
| Keepin' ' em guessin' | |
| Smile on my face | |
| Got the smith wesson | |
| I ain' t fallin' off like humptydumpty | |
| Nigga you still wanna bump me | |
| Still got the hand on pump | |
| And now i' m thumpin' on ' em | |
| Thumpin on ' em | |
| See | |
| Somebody, anybody scream | |
| When i got the gatt with the big red beam | |
| Now what if i moved it up right between your eyes | |
| Now your chances are never | |
| When you' re lookin' at the slug at the of the barrel | |
| Where ya gonna run when ya can' t move further | |
| Seven eighty one redrum with the murder | |
| Tie him up | |
| Throw him in the trunk | |
| Let the funk | |
| Blow his earsdrums out | |
| ' till he' s bleedin' | |
| Then let' s get him weeded | |
| It' s the phunk buddha | |
| Let me do the | |
| Ceremony up with the hoota | |
| And the shooter | |
| Some be testin' | |
| Keepin' ' em guessin' | |
| Smile on my face | |
| Got the smith wesson | |
| Some be testin' | |
| Keepin' ' em guessin' | |
| Smile on my face | |
| Got the smith wesson | |
| Some be testin' | |
| Keepin' ' em guessin' | |
| Smile on my face | |
| Got the smith wesson | |
| Some be testin' | |
| Keepin' ' em guessin' | |
| Smile on my face | |
| Got the smith wesson |
| Fuck all y' all | |
| I' m comin' of the wall | |
| I got a nigga from the source | |
| Swingin' from my balls | |
| Ughh! | |
| Ya want me to set it | |
| Well my mac11 takes unleaded | |
| Let it rain | |
| And jackin' out fire | |
| What you' re seein' when i' m takin' shit another level higher | |
| Now it' s on | |
| Ain' t gettin' domed | |
| Buckin' all these niggas ' till they all gone | |
| Now we can roll to the east side of town | |
| And i' m lookin' for a fat boy and a lotta state of clown | |
| You better move your ass to this mac11 | |
| Pointed at your ass for the 187 | |
| ' yeah motherfucker, gonna break your back with this shit. hey motherfuckas: | |
| Move back! yo, breal..' | |
| I' m the headhunter | |
| You goin' under | |
| Make a trophy | |
| Call it the twoheaded buster | |
| On my mantle | |
| Back in the temple | |
| Givin' up the family | |
| Up and down central | |
| Butt bloody | |
| Anybody | |
| Lookin' for a wide body | |
| One body | |
| Somebody | |
| Some be testin' | |
| Keepin' ' em guessin' | |
| Smile on my face | |
| Got the smith wesson | |
| Some be testin' | |
| Keepin' ' em guessin' | |
| Smile on my face | |
| Got the smith wesson | |
| Some be testin' | |
| Keepin' ' em guessin' | |
| Smile on my face | |
| Got the smith wesson | |
| Some be testin' | |
| Keepin' ' em guessin' | |
| Smile on my face | |
| Got the smith wesson | |
| I ain' t fallin' off like humptydumpty | |
| Nigga you still wanna bump me | |
| Still got the hand on pump | |
| And now i' m thumpin' on ' em | |
| Thumpin on ' em | |
| See | |
| Somebody, anybody scream | |
| When i got the gatt with the big red beam | |
| Now what if i moved it up right between your eyes | |
| Now your chances are never | |
| When you' re lookin' at the slug at the of the barrel | |
| Where ya gonna run when ya can' t move further | |
| Seven eighty one redrum with the murder | |
| Tie him up | |
| Throw him in the trunk | |
| Let the funk | |
| Blow his earsdrums out | |
| ' till he' s bleedin' | |
| Then let' s get him weeded | |
| It' s the phunk buddha | |
| Let me do the | |
| Ceremony up with the hoota | |
| And the shooter | |
| Some be testin' | |
| Keepin' ' em guessin' | |
| Smile on my face | |
| Got the smith wesson | |
| Some be testin' | |
| Keepin' ' em guessin' | |
| Smile on my face | |
| Got the smith wesson | |
| Some be testin' | |
| Keepin' ' em guessin' | |
| Smile on my face | |
| Got the smith wesson | |
| Some be testin' | |
| Keepin' ' em guessin' | |
| Smile on my face | |
| Got the smith wesson |
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