stop the rain from falling down on you again But I can't stop the rain but I will hold you 'til it goes away When the rain comes you blame it on the
't stop the rain From falling down on you again I can't stop the rain But I will hold you 'til it goes away When the rain comes you blame it on the things
Traduction: Troisième Jour. Quand vient la pluie.
can't stop the rain From falling down on you again I can't stop the rain But I will hold you 'til it goes away When the rain comes you blame it on the
the door, pimping like Fylmore Slim tell her sprint till her feet get sore And if it's raining bitch you walk between the rain drops Then get a nigga dough till you see the rain
round, rich or poor At the end of day and night all we want is more I keep my feet on solid ground and use my wings when storms come around I keep my
[chorus] To the kids in the p.j.'s ghetto children i know it ain't easy ya'll wanting millions sunshine turns to rain its ghetto pain when a one time
, rich or poor At the end of day and night all we want is more I keep my feet on solid ground And use my wings when storms come around I keep my feet
way Stunna Money coming in fast like the road walk.. back [Cory Gunz] Whistle for my family, my label and my set It's Young Money til my day the death
road that's ahead of me By my memories, yeah, yeah When it seems like nothing but dark clouds Are raining in on your bright sunny day Remember the sunlight always comes after the rain
, you have ya own day Where they play ball, drink and get buzzed Reminiscin' on what a good kid he was I don't know what happened, all he did is what he loved That's when
my pawn with your third eye vision Slip up in the brain raise a sharp incision Streets full of clowns trying to rob your part When the herb come knocking
dunna dun All y'all mentally dead motherfuckers We come to break y'all some information And ressurect you from the mentality of fool in this Yo, yo We come
I get rocked, this shit for my kids, nigga It's that real shit Even though what we do is wrong We still hustle 'til the sun come up Crack a 40 when
them fools think Frig your network our dett work will speak for itself Proof of the trophy And the champion belt Come sun come rain come hailstone pelt
no feelings, shit is deep) Do they dance with the devil when they sleep (I wake up gripping the air, wishing the hit) Shit that they kick in ya ear when
