Z-Ro ft. Shaquille O’Neal - Stop the Rain Lyrics

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My whole life I been read wrong
Look, hater, you dead wrong
I don't want no trouble
I'm just tryna get my bread on
Park bench was my bed
That's what I laid my head on
Thin bed sheet, Vienna sausages, and headphones
Look, I done came a long way
It's full speed ahead
I know they wanna see me broke or wanna see me dead
Talkin' 'bout what they gon' do to me
Do you see me scared?
They ain't stop makin' 'em after they made yours, homie
Why ya hate to see me walk on marble floors, homie?
I ain't greedy, I can show ya how to marble yours, homie
It's enough food for everybody to chew
Stop actin' like the game has fed everybody but you
You can go all the way to ten, stop stoppin' at two
My bad bitches ain't stayin', they just droppin' it through
They like "It's 'Give Z-ro Some Head' night"
And I know that head tight
Long as that bread right, Z-Ro there err' night
I go hard in the paint like Shaquille
Everything I did, I did it without a deal
Ten thousand dollar dinner, I got the tip and the bill
See my face on the wall at the Palm, this shit for real
I'm bangin' DJ Screw when I'm comin' down
All of this knock in 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 mama would say if she was still livin'
"Act like you're broke, son, I know you ain't still givin'" (yes ma'am)
"Who all these ladies is? I know you ain't still pimpin'" (yes, ma'am)
Twenty-one years later, yeah, mama I'm still winnin'

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 ya lookin' so stressed?

Yo, I'm so cold, I make medicine sick
Been Rap-A-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 balls and my word
I feel like Bun B
Damn, I miss Pimp C
Fat Pat, miss you too, cuz, R.I.P.
Now, yeah
I'm with Mo City Don
When I'm in Houston, keep it trill
I'm like my boy Killa Kyleon
I'm like Big when I get in the booth
ABN like Trae, I be spittin' the truth
H-Town diesel dog
Yo, they lovin' the south
Think you get my beans and cornbread? Get the taste out your mouth
Or, part two, my killin' spree gon' commence
You can't stop the rain
How many times I gotta tell you this? (How many times?)
Yeah, you see my life is about
Drop top Phantom sittin' on thangs, 59 South
Go to the bank and get that Laker money
Sugar Land mansion, a hundred 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 ya mama, boy
Instead of packin' heat tryna cause the drama, boy"
Come to my house and see two tigers and some lions, boy
My bank account got them periods and commas, boy
You see me rollin', I don't care ya hatin'
I been the best balla spittin' there is no debatin'
Mo City Don, see what me and him creatin'
We like Kobe and Shaq, pure domination
H-Town (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 ten 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 (oh)
What's wrong? Why ya lookin' so stressed?