Walkin In The Rain Lyrics

The Game:

L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks,

Im walking in the rain

L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks,

Im walking in the rain

L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks,

Im walking in the rain

L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks,

Im walking in the rain

thomas:

(southside stand up)

yo yo size 12 Converse throught the back door

and a Dodgers hat to me is what the Yankees is to Fat Joe

Rim low khaki stayed creased up

It has been that way since B.street (what)

Hood niggaz need Ben Wallace to block shots

but young East the beast will make the .45 pop lock

Do the snake on them

I blow out his candles and spill the whole birthday cake on em

Aint nothing fake homey

this is classical music and I'm the Los Angelas Beethoven

And the wait is over

M.O.B is gonna bang 'cause Game is the crack

This aint ova

The Game:

L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks,

Im walking in the rain

L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks,

Im walking in the rain

L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks,

Im walking in the rain

L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks,

Im walking in the rain

Technic:

Sitting in a hoving tank

No shoe strings or belt

Hit up The Game

Mayne I need all ya help

nigga I got teh toe jamz

'cause my nigga jt wrote this mayng

Out on bail

Soon as my Chucks hits the pavement

Touch my bucks and leave the whole world in amazement

Courdroys creazed up

Name on the back left

Throwing up the DC

Since niggaz want act deaf

Banging nothing but the .38 untill he back fresh
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Dieing for nothing living for everything

On the blacktef

And its a mess

When the 44 hits ya brains

Send a lil homie get ya chain

M.O.B.

Yeah f**k the clique ya claim

From N.Y.C. to C.P.T.

This L.B.C.

The Game:

L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks,

Im walking in the rain

L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks,

Im walking in the rain

L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks,

Im walking in the rain

L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks,

Im walking in the rain

Eastwood:

Blood in Blood out

Tell the Crips to stay locing

Them niggaz doing time in the pen remain focused

The WestCoast was sleeping

The Game woke him

Its a hard knock live

Yeah Word to Jay Hova

The flow is straight jolla

F**k your payrolla

This hennesy making it harder to stay sober

When from gray skies to pushing the grey Rover

Hes pushin up flowers at the 38 foldem

Like it or not I might pop back at the cops

as long as i make it home before the album drops

Yeah and its the gunnerman

Its the 500 grand

And I dont want to talk what we did at Summerjam (damn)

The Game:

Chi town this how we get down.

ATL, MIA

I love New York but i rock my..

L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks,

Im walking in the rain

L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks,

Im walking in the rain

L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks,

Im walking in the rain

L.A Dodgers cap, with my middlefinger up, in my khakis and chucks,

Im walking in the rain