Stop the Rain - Z-Ro, Shaquille O'Neal

Uh, my whole life I been read wrong look hater you dead wrong

I don’t want to trouble I’m just tryna get my bread on

Park bench was my bed that’s what I laid my head on

Thin bed sheets Vienna sausages and

Look I done came a long way it’s full speed ahead

I know they wanna see me broke or wanna see me dead

Talking bout what they gonna do to me do you see me scared?

They ain’t gonna stop making the that made yours homie

Why you hate to see me walk on marble floors homie?

I ain’t greedy I can show you how to marble yours homie

It’s enough food for everybody to chew

Stop acting like the game is fatter for everybody but you

You can go all the way to ten stop stop

My bad bitches ain’t staying they just dropping it through

They like it’s give Z-Ro some head now and I know that head tight

As long as that bread right Z-Ro there every night

I go hard in the paint like Shaquille

Everything I did I did it without a deal

$ 10,000 dinner I got the tip and the bill

See my face on the wall at the this shit for real

I’m banging DJ Screw when I’m coming down

All this knocking the rear you know I shut em down

Her booty look like a smart car she one of mine

The top stay down it’s always summer time

Look at the paint satin black everything I roll

So many titles no written everything I own

He say I’m broke don’t know what type of dope he was on

20k a night in the club type of shit we was on

Wonder what my momma would say if she was still living

«Act like you broke son I know you ain’t still giving

Who all these ladies is I know you ain’t still pimpin'?»

21 years later yea momma I’m still winning

I still run this game

Y’all can’t stop a thing no

I wish my haters would

Cause I’m still from the hood

I still run this game

Y’all can’t stop a thing no

I’m so blessed

What’s wrong why looking so stressed?

Yo, I’m so cold I make medicine sick

Been rapping lot since 96 man I feel like J Prince

Man I feel like Slim Thug I’m a boss ya heard?

I’m like Scarface all I got is my boss and my word

I feel like Bun B man I miss Pimp C

Fat Pat miss ya too cuz RIP

Now yea, I’m with Mo city don

When I’m in Houston keep it trill like my boy

I’m like Big when I get in the booth

ABN like Trae I be spitting the truth

Htown diesel dawg yo be loving the south

Think you get my beans and cornbread get that taste out your mouth

Part 2 my killing spree gon commence

You can’t stop the rain how many times I gotta tell you this?

Yea, you see my life it’s about

Drop top phantom sitting on things 59 south

Going to the bank, and get that Laker money

Sugarland mansion 100 acre money

We don’t hate we congratulate

Go get the bag I ain’t hard to find you see me I ain’t gotta brag

I tell my little homies listen to your momma boy

Instead of packing heat tryna cause the drama boy

Come to my house and see some tigers and some lions boy

My bank account got them periods and commas boy

You see me rollin', I don’t care ya hating

I been the best baller spitting there is no debating

Mo city don see what me and him creating

We like Kobe and Shaq, pure domination

Htown chop chop and screw it

Slow it down bump around cross the town I know how y’all do it

I started small time I bet you know my name

Retired 10 years now, I still run this game

I still run this game

Y’all can’t stop a thing no

I wish my haters would

Cause I’m still from the hood

I still run this game

Y’all can’t stop a thing no

I’m so blessed

What’s wrong why looking so stressed?