in god's rhyme of truth and time Before the storm holds back the light And silence loses ground When lightning burns the open sky We need shelter from the yellow rain
serve all y'all cowards like a game of tennis Act like you want some of this and I'll give you the business You see the yellow and black, you know what
hot in here Everybody gettin' hot in here Whitey's gettin' hot in here Blackie's gettin' hot in here Somebody gettin' hot in here Everybody gettin' hot in here Red people gettin' hot in here Yellow
put it on me I be goin' ham Shawty upgrade from baloney Them niggas tippin' good Girl but I can make it flood Cuz I walk around With pockets bigger than my bus Rain, rain
dreams to you Went from Charlotte all the way to Savannah Laughing, your feet up on the dash Stumbled through the yellow lights of Toledo And the rain
turned? Honor marches on Yellow like a Geisha doll, denial all the way Shaking through, opportune Shaking through, opportune Are we grown way too far? Taking after rain Yellow
long ago Hiding in your helping hands, feeling low Every line I know, every song I learned by heart You stopped the flow from my bleeding soul After lover
and I'll be your pimp Cool niggaz strut, the lame a limp Betta make my money seven day's a week And if somebody ask, you my freak Because.. [chorus] Yellow
wanted to be and so he met them friday night at a quarter to three [Hook] [Verse 3] They drove around the projects slow while it was raining smoking
you flush 'Cause I walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus Rain rain go away that's what all my haters say My pockets stuck on overload my rain
can make it flood 'Cause I walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say My pockets stuck on overload, my rain
I need a break it's all the same Under the sweet December rain And just a crack of yellow light To shine on my head You'll find that I fought for the
the rain Simply waiting for it to stop they said, That we should build new umbrellas because we're Stuck in our own rut. I say, blow away the rain clouds
girl, my little girl My little girl, where are you? My fucked up world, my fucked up world My fucked up world destroyed you Day after day, day after
at Strokers in ATL, and they was showing Cham and sluts My nigga Killa's Klan with us, and did some sh, I can't discuss They was bad they was yellow,
jerking off I wish nobody saw me, wishing I could hide vibe kool keith we spark this We step on stage mc's dissapear like the rain forest So when I rocks
he remembered everything The sun will be up again And you, you will be loved again And the wind and the rain And the wind and the rain, falls around
it I will drink the wine while it is warm and never let you catch me looking at the sun. But after all the loves of my life after all the loves of my