Walkin In The Rain The Game (Ft. Cyssero & Eastwood)
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[Chorus: The Game]
LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks
I'm walking in the rain
LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks
I'm walking in the rain
LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks
I'm walking in the rain
LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks
I'm walking in the rain
[Verse 1: Eastwood]
(West Coast stand up)
Yeah, yo, yo, size 12 Converse through the back door
And the Dodger hat to me is what the Yankee is to Fat Joe
Brim low, khaki's stayed creased up
And it's been that way since Beat Street (What)
Hood niggas need Ben Wallace to block shots
But young East the beast will make the .45 pop lock
Do the stake on him
I'll blow out his candle and spill the whole birthday cake on him
Ain't nothing fake, homie
This is classical music and I'm the Los Angeles Beethoven
And the wait's over
M.O.B gon' bang 'cause Game the crack, this ain't over
[Chorus: The Game]
LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks
I'm walking in the rain
LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks
I'm walking in the rain
LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks
I'm walking in the rain
LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks
I'm walking in the rain
LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks
I'm walking in the rain
LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks
I'm walking in the rain
LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks
I'm walking in the rain
LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks
I'm walking in the rain
[Verse 1: Eastwood]
(West Coast stand up)
Yeah, yo, yo, size 12 Converse through the back door
And the Dodger hat to me is what the Yankee is to Fat Joe
Brim low, khaki's stayed creased up
And it's been that way since Beat Street (What)
Hood niggas need Ben Wallace to block shots
But young East the beast will make the .45 pop lock
Do the stake on him
I'll blow out his candle and spill the whole birthday cake on him
Ain't nothing fake, homie
This is classical music and I'm the Los Angeles Beethoven
And the wait's over
M.O.B gon' bang 'cause Game the crack, this ain't over
[Chorus: The Game]
LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks
I'm walking in the rain
LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks
I'm walking in the rain
LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks
I'm walking in the rain
LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks
I'm walking in the rain
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