Quiet Storm Cali Life Style

[Chorus: Rubi]
Thunder and lightning
It’s a quiet storm
When there’s nobody else you can run to
Who do you look for? (C-L-S baby, C-L-S baby)
No doubt, that you, been dealing with my selfish ways
We’re just trying to do the rest that we can
To give you some better days

[Verse 1: T-Dre]
If the price is right, I drop chips like plinko
Sucka wanna trip, pop the clip in the gleako
I’m on point like a free-throw
Right back at the tap-a-tio
Yeah, it’s the Mexican mestizo
A straight shooter from the hip
Who never fell in to a sinkhole
Boy I stick to the G code
And always step on the turf
Get up, going beast mode
I swear some fools don’t know
What’s up, who’s down, and which way to go
If you need some advice, let me help you
Scary muthafuckas ain’t got the balls to tell you
I’m a quiet storm, far from the norm
Game spitta go getter since the day I was born
From Californ-I-A (I-A, I-A)
Terry muthafucka
Yeah T-muthafucken-Dre