It Never Rains in South L.A. Blu & Oh No
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[Chorus]
It never rains in southern Los Angeles, uh
Where shots pop and put fear on the block
And they say that when it rains it's the tears of God, but
It never rains in southern Los Angeles, uh, yeah
Where shots pop and put fear on the block
And they say that when it rains it's the tears of God
[Verse 1]
We bust shots, cops lost and jealous is them
'Til it's us, puttin' four K down on the rims
Rims swimmin' like fish on the well with the one-ten
Steerin' wheel doin' cartwheels, circle-back again
I'm back again but rain keeps fallin' on my head
Like BJ time before the raw airs, flip later
Haters, hate 'em, gettin' paper shipped by the ship
God stealin' steel still for the shit
Hit the fence and fenders goin' against you
Won't get past the fence defense
We in the trench back in Cali like a army in the trench
Trim fifth of Hen, no restraint, nine mil' clip
Move nine inch leave you nailed to the fence
Intense, I get lit times ten when I'm tense
I'm ever tense, I'm always lit like July get
Right before the fifth on 5th with the spliff on hit
Thinkin' 'bout stayin' out, not gettin' hit
'Cause they say
It never rains in southern Los Angeles, uh
Where shots pop and put fear on the block
And they say that when it rains it's the tears of God, but
It never rains in southern Los Angeles, uh, yeah
Where shots pop and put fear on the block
And they say that when it rains it's the tears of God
[Verse 1]
We bust shots, cops lost and jealous is them
'Til it's us, puttin' four K down on the rims
Rims swimmin' like fish on the well with the one-ten
Steerin' wheel doin' cartwheels, circle-back again
I'm back again but rain keeps fallin' on my head
Like BJ time before the raw airs, flip later
Haters, hate 'em, gettin' paper shipped by the ship
God stealin' steel still for the shit
Hit the fence and fenders goin' against you
Won't get past the fence defense
We in the trench back in Cali like a army in the trench
Trim fifth of Hen, no restraint, nine mil' clip
Move nine inch leave you nailed to the fence
Intense, I get lit times ten when I'm tense
I'm ever tense, I'm always lit like July get
Right before the fifth on 5th with the spliff on hit
Thinkin' 'bout stayin' out, not gettin' hit
'Cause they say
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