Classic love story true to his western tx roots. One of my favorites as a story, but I think there are alot of songs that are amazing not even listed on this site. I guess I should figure out how to add them, because I have about 8 REK cd's.
Yeah, I'm in this bitch wit' da terror
Got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain
I'm in this bitch for terror
Got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
Cr, cr, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack
You hear the echo, man
I seen the best go 'cause he ain't have this metal
I'm a hustla's hustla, a pusher's pusher
You a busta, a custerma
I get you some cooka
Yeah, crack is a chemist
I pack an eleven
I mack in a seven
I'll clap at your reverend
I see you in NY
I'll send you an invite
You gon' need you a pass
That's the code that we live by
Yeah, I'm in this bitch wit' da terror
Got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain
I'm in this bitch for terror
Got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
Oww, clap, clap, clap, gotta make that ass clap
Gotta make that ass clap
Clap, clap, clap, clap, gotta make that ass clap
Gotta make that ass clap
Now why's everybody so mad at the south for
Change your style up
Switch to southpaw
Jada, I was listenin' (listenin')
So I made him a anthem to make some dividends
Lil' mama, try to hit me with the shoulder lean
This cootco crack, and I control the team
Couple bricks stacked up on that triple beam
My dirty bro sippin' that Promethazeen
That gonja green, that Cali weed
A nigga lose his life try roll on me, now
Yup, yup, we get it
No advanced about it
And the rain keep fallin', even when it's drownin'
Yeah, I'm in this bitch wit' da terror
Got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain
I'm in this bitch for terror
Got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
Mami's body is bangin', man
She got it, man, she does it all
She gets it poppin' with no hands
I'll make it pour
I'll make it rain on 'em
I'll lay a game to 'em
I'm gassin' misses to tattoo my name on 'em
Gotta get that baby love
Gotta get my paper up
Gotta suspect me exactly
Test this crack and want a ring on us
And you know what it is
Yo, it's them powder kids
And we know how to biz, so we don't give a shit
Yeah, I'm in this bitch wit' da terror
Got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain
I'm in this bitch for terror
Got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
Got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain
I'm in this bitch for terror
Got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
Cr, cr, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack
You hear the echo, man
I seen the best go 'cause he ain't have this metal
I'm a hustla's hustla, a pusher's pusher
You a busta, a custerma
I get you some cooka
Yeah, crack is a chemist
I pack an eleven
I mack in a seven
I'll clap at your reverend
I see you in NY
I'll send you an invite
You gon' need you a pass
That's the code that we live by
Yeah, I'm in this bitch wit' da terror
Got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain
I'm in this bitch for terror
Got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
Oww, clap, clap, clap, gotta make that ass clap
Gotta make that ass clap
Clap, clap, clap, clap, gotta make that ass clap
Gotta make that ass clap
Now why's everybody so mad at the south for
Change your style up
Switch to southpaw
Jada, I was listenin' (listenin')
So I made him a anthem to make some dividends
Lil' mama, try to hit me with the shoulder lean
This cootco crack, and I control the team
Couple bricks stacked up on that triple beam
My dirty bro sippin' that Promethazeen
That gonja green, that Cali weed
A nigga lose his life try roll on me, now
Yup, yup, we get it
No advanced about it
And the rain keep fallin', even when it's drownin'
Yeah, I'm in this bitch wit' da terror
Got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain
I'm in this bitch for terror
Got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
Mami's body is bangin', man
She got it, man, she does it all
She gets it poppin' with no hands
I'll make it pour
I'll make it rain on 'em
I'll lay a game to 'em
I'm gassin' misses to tattoo my name on 'em
Gotta get that baby love
Gotta get my paper up
Gotta suspect me exactly
Test this crack and want a ring on us
And you know what it is
Yo, it's them powder kids
And we know how to biz, so we don't give a shit
Yeah, I'm in this bitch wit' da terror
Got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain
I'm in this bitch for terror
Got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
I make it rain, I make it rain
I make it rain on them hos
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"Take me back to the night we met:When the night was full of terrors: And your eyes were filled with tears: When you had not touched me yet"
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"I had all and then most of you"
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Aside from Fat Joe being washed up and constantly complaining about his fans not buying enough of his albums, this song makes for a great club beat, thanks to Lil' Wayne and the numerous cameos.
hahaha I actually like this song.
i think this song is about how Lil Wayne and Fat Joe like to urinate on hoes during sex
okay what the hell is this dumbass catchy song about? i hate how its played all the time on the radio now and ill bet 90 percent of people bobbin their heads and singing the empty lyrics have no clu what the hell theyre listening to (sadly myself included sometimes) so anyone with any idea about what this song is about, make a post, please.
making it rain means to nut on a girl...
this song means to jiz/cum on hoes. retards.
This song is about the term used in strip clubs, it means when youre in the club with a stack of cash. When you throw the money in the air over the strippers, it makes it look like it is raining cash on the hoes.
Sex, Money, Girls! Typical rap music!
Almost Big Yeti Dick. It's definitely not exclusive to strip clubs. Making it rain does mean throwing money in the air and making it appear as if its raining money, but it includes all dance clubs not just strip. I originally thought it meant nuttin' on hoes, and am disapointed because that would've been a much better topic for a song. After finding out the true meaning my respect for the song decreased, but the concept of being in a dance club and just throwin' up money, although wasteful, seems worth experiencing atleast once.
The lyrics aren't my favorites, but the song is so catchy. I love Lil Wayne and Fat Joe is actually a decent rapper if you listen to him and not Fucker Cent's moronic "beef" tracks.