Lyrics:
back boy
Your face is burning from the rain
Turn down the hurricane
The hurricane
Hold the phone
Stop the bus
There's a funnel cloud forming
It's coming
higher than the moon
Just what I've been needin', feel it rise in me
She say...
Every stone a story, like a rosary
Corner St. Teresa, just a little crime
chicos stay beefin
Alapatah A.K.A. Dominican town dique cause there's
nothing but Dominicans now
And to them little Havana boys that hold me down
bet that
I see how these niggas playin'
But I could adapt
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me back
run New York (yeah)
Watch out! We run New York (yeah) (Hurricane G hit em one time)
From the Brook, taught how to trick by the real gangsta crooks
chicos stay beefin
Alapatah A.K.A. Dominican town dique cause there's
nothing but Dominicans now
And to them little Havana boys that hold me down
bet that
Wednesday
Live girls dance
Dead men float
A hurricane party
Gold dust, sex, and Bacardi
DJ says don't hold back
Because the water won't
Looks like someone
Little by little, by little, by little, by little
Little by little, by little, by little, by little
You're messing up my life, tearing me apart
Little by little by little by little by little
Little by little by little by little by little
You're messing up my life, tearing me apart
Hit me once
Alright, here we go
I'd like to hear it
We're in a Ho-cane hurricane
A cocaine hurricane
We're in a cocaine hurricane
A little cocaine
I see how these niggas playin'
But I could adapt
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me
folks don't eat
Up all that good meat, uh huh
I believe she gonna' bring me some
I wanna take you back to
Harlem, uh huh uh uh harlem, uh huh uh uh
giving me I don't know what you got
But I'm damn sure that I don't want a lot
I just want peace, I just wanna chill
A little bit of spice up in all of my
But you don't understand me so let me explain
Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow
Please slow down hurricane
The wind blow, my dreads swing
He
But you don't understand me so let me explain
Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow
Please slow down hurricane
The wind blow, my dreads swing
He
But you don't understand me so let me explain
Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow
Please slow down hurricane
The wind blow, my dreads swing
He
the Za by the pound
Now pour me around
(Double Shots)
Drink that shit up to you drown
Then pour some more I need you to act like a whore
That good girl she
Don't forget, you're my little rider
They was squint had to open my eyes up
I don't quit, we always going to rise up
All for him, I can roll right by
tiny mistake, no matter how small
Ya'll gonna double take, hold up, wait, when my bank account downpour
Makin' rain like hurricane on south shore
No
the hurricanes
This ain't no fairweather love
This ain't no ordinary love
And baby you should know by now
That I'm all in this thing with you
I'd die for you,
some symphony of pain
Watchin' me crawl on broken glass, while you strum the hurricane
Heaven's on Hold, just cruel silence and my pain
My faith fadin'
little room
With nothing left to hold onto
Her life is in a little box
She's wondering will it ever stop?
The life of a stripper
[Hook: Girl]
I'm
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
Little by little by little by little by little
Little by little by little by little by little
You're messing up my life
Tearing me apart
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