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Origineel

Ow Scotti let’s make it rain on these niggas [Chorus] Yeah I’m in this bitch with the terror Got a handful of stacks Better grab an umbrella I make it rain (i make it rain) I’m in this bitch with the terror Got a handful of stacks Better grab an umbrella I make it rain (i make it rain) I make it rain on them hoes, I make it rain (i make it rain) I make it rain on them hoes, I make it rain (i make it rain) I make it rain on them hoes, I make it rain (i make it rain) I make it rain on them hoes Cr-cr-crack, crack, crack, crack, crack You hear the echo, man I seen the best go, ‘cause he ain’t have that metal I’m a hustler’s hustler, a pusher’s pusher You a busta a custerma, I get you sum cooka Yeah, crack is a chemist, I pack a 11, I mack in a 7, I’ll clap at your reverend I see you in ny, I’ll send you an invite You’re gonna need you a pass that’s the code that we live by [Chorus] Ow, 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 2 southpaw Jada I was listening (listening), so I made him a anthem 2 make some dividends Lil mama try 2 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’ sipping that promethazeen That gonja green that cali weed, a nigga lose his life try roll on me Now, yup, yup we get it, no if’s, and’s about it And the rain keep falling even when it’s draughted [Chorus] Ow mami’s body is banging, man, she got it, man, she does it all She gets it popping with no hands, I’ll make it pour I’ll make it rain on ‘em I’ll lay a game to ‘em I’m gassing 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 bizz, so we don’t give a shit [Chorus]

Vertaling

Ow Scotti let’s make it rain on these niggas [Chorus] Yeah I’m in this bitch with the terror Got a handful of stacks Beter pak je een paraplu I make it rain (ik laat het regenen) I’m in this bitch with the terror Got a handful of stacks Beter pak je een paraplu I make it rain (I make it rain) I make it rain on them hoes, I make it rain (I make it rain) Ik laat het regenen op die hoeren, Ik laat het regenen (ik laat het regenen) Ik laat het regenen op die hoeren, Ik laat het regenen (ik laat het regenen) I make it rain on them hoes Cr-cr-crack, crack, crack, crack, crack You hear the echo, man I saw the best go, ‘cause he ain’t have that metal I’m a hustler’s hustler, a pusher’s pusher You a busta a custerma, I get you sum cooka Yeah, crack is a chemist, I pack a 11, I mack in a 7, I’ll clap at your reverend Ik zie je in Ny, Ik stuur je een uitnodiging You’re gonna need you a pass that’s the code that we live by [Chorus] Ow, clap, clap, clap, gotta make that ass Klap, moet die kont maken Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, gotta make that ass Clap, gotta make that ass Clap Waarom is iedereen zo boos op het zuiden? Change your style up.. switch 2 southpaw Jada, ik was aan het luisteren, dus heb ik een anthem gemaakt om wat dividenden te maken. Lil mama probeert me te raken met de schouder leun, deze cootco crack en ik controleer het team Couple bricks stacked up on that triple beam, my dirty bro’ sipping that promethazeen That gonja green that cali weed, a nigga lose his life try roll on me Nu, yup, yup we krijgen het, geen als’s, en’s over het And the rain keep falling even when it’s draughted [Chorus] Ow mami’s body is banging, man, she got it, man, she does it all She gets it popping with no hands, I’ll make it pour I’ll make it rain on ‘em I’ll lay a game to ‘em I’m gassing 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 En je weet wat het is, yo, het zijn die poeder kinderen And we know how to bizz, so we don’t give a shit [Chorus]