JA RULE - The Rain Lyrics

[Ja Rule: Talking]We 'bout to do the damn thing, you knowRoll that shit up, pop that shitPass that quarter, niggaHaha, it's the CMC[Chorus 2x]Everybody wanna fly, hiiighAim for the hills nowThe Rain go drip on down, SugarAll over you, heeey[Jody Mack]Aiyyo, I figure if I'm goin out, fuck it, I'm goin all inStraight to the, top of the world where it ain't no fallinMy inner self is warnin, Chris Black it's like chillBut you know about Jody, oh Jody get illBut now here I go, fallin down the hill, nigga tumblinThirsty than a muh'fucka, butterflies rumblinThe sunshine comin in, my eyes still raininI'm focused real hard but the numbness remainin1, 2, 2, 4, 5 hours painSpend up the gas station, tank still for of gasOh Lord, it's what I'm in but I want it to stopI got my rain coat on and really want it to popA nigga humble, but you know a nigga Jody won't eatIt's real crazy on the hill where the homies don't sleepI seen a full moon, made a left, jammed on the breaksHit the curb, crashed and burned, damn it was too late[Chorus 2x][O-1]I feel like I'm smok-in, cause the way you make me feelLike I need - goin, I'm so open, I'm tryna stay focusedBut I'm livin it up, fourth way model, bitches and up!!Take you outta my Ferrari baby, burnin the clutch!!it's a little, don't give a fuck about, rappin it up!!I'm just, eager to fuck!!You know me it's O-1, quick to pop 1 or 2, bitchesMakin it easy to come for you, bitchesYou know how a nigga penetrateGrabbin you buy the waste, fuckin 4 to 8That's us, ass upYou lookin so good that a nigga can't pass upBut the way my nigga feelin, I can't respond to the touchTired as fuck, man, sweatin like a son of a bitchCan't even love you, damn[Chorus][Ja Rule]Everybody wanna fly hiiigh, over the hill topsBut knowin everythings about slidin down through the raindropsPhase pop and pose sakin, 'bout to run outta patienceEverything is a blur, heart racinMind over matrix, Heavenly FatherDevilishly I really got a low key carBut it's harder then to pass, peer pressure in all the massesWhen all the kids is goin on class trips, caught acidListenin to hard rock classic, bangin they head on wallsThen go blamin them for that shitThe mind could be hazardous, when it's influencedBy substance abusive music for people to go use itBut, I was alike, like a tint on a windowEverything is darker, just a little bit harderSo when the wind blow, I wistle in the willowsOn the top of the hill, 'cause I know[Chorus 4x]