The Weather Lyrics - Nipsey Hussle

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 

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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 

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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