Threat - When It RainsLyrics

{*radio dial being tuned*} ".. we'll have a high of fifty-nine degrees with the temperature dropping rapidly towards this evening." {*sounds of thunder and rain*} [Threat] When it rain it pours, it lightning and it thunders like a storm and that's when they start transformin He sent a letter to your favorite Cinderella Come to find out some fella done broke your umbrella He brought your name up, to salt your game up As evil as it seem it's like People's Magazine The cold as water's homey don't know me He got my name caught up in the middle of some shit like Monie Love He even got Cupid lookin stupid His aarow's too narrow so they break like a toothpick The ho just told me, she heard it through the grapevine When she ain't with me, I'm havin a great time I feel sorry for those that doublecross me Cause this he say she say got me hot like coffee By the way snitches get found in ditches Or Agent Salk might find your ass out while they fishin offshore.. cause when it rain it pours and I'm out in the rain.. "Motherfuckin bitches. I'll smoke that fool." [Threat] Players can't trust they neighbors They all in the cool-Aid and don't know the flavor Well this is a A and be conversation so see-ya, cause I'd rather see ya than be ya Cause info travel like tumble around ears like Dumbo and that's the way it go, Captain Save-a-Ho Why you want to dirty mack me? You must need some see-A-P Shake shake shake shake shake shake and now I'm outside in my socks, lookin like a bitch on the box Just when you thought you owned her You only had a common cold but now you got pneumonia Testicles freezin like a eskimo's dick I ain't lyin y'all, Tylenol couldn't do shit On my back with my hat in need of medicine and the bitch still won't let us in, I'm out in the rain "Aiyyo don't worry bout NUTTIN 'til you get up in that motherfucker then you can SMOKE that bitch! Aiyyo Threat, yo. I think she's back there." [Threat] So beware of Sir Nose cause he lurks in your home Even when your ass ain't there he got a chair so if you come home and all your guests is on the steps it's better than wakin up with hot grits on your chest so bone out, go to mom's house and get your NyQuil Down this shit, it's startin to rain like hail So dear Mr. Postman, I hope the post office got half on your motherfuckin coffin when I catch you in the rain..