Where I come from or where I going to then I hear the voice Senhore musa da paz Me abraca, me carrega no teu andor Dormir no colo da dor Amiga, arrasa
I blow hynas like golf reel, long and slow Cuz I'm dangerous like a SEAL, when I get at a hoe Guaranteed to get her wet like a walk in the rain And after
, get the taste slapped out Rapped out a hit on the plane out to Spain My mind go in space when I'm kissin on jane Can't Stand the Rain, but, love Missy
by the time it took the medics to come The breath eased out of his lungs And his soul eased out of the slums And the voice eased out of the drums The
us, right here, yo Us, yo, nobody else, we gonna get him, yo (listen, listen, listen son) [Tragedy] Listen, listen - Yo, we gotta map this shit out, son
my face So I chewed my fucking arm off and made an escape Oh no, me mataron mi amigo, hijo de la gran puta Esos cogines me mataron mi amigo que voy
to my face, get the taste slapped out Rapped out a hit on the plane out to Spain My mind go to space when I'm kissin' on Jane Can't Stand the Rain but
Loose lips keep him rolling on his whitewall tires Burning out his diesel now, looking like a forest fire Ducktail jiver, common pearl diver Let you have
the tears in du'a Ooh my friend, can't take it anymore The pain, the rain, the good times missin', help me sing If only we could be down If only we'd work it out
club to club Im making it rain(rain) Im here so much that yall know my name I'm so on fire they call me Mr.Propane me and my three amigos to magic city
face, get the taste slapped out Rapped out a hit on the plane out to Spain My mind go in space when I'm kissin on jane Can't Stand the Rain, but, love
, she there, losin hair cause of the chemo Every door buzz, little cause see at the peek hole Swearin he holdin heavy, hidin out from the RICO Coke sold by Chico out
my fucking arm off and made an escape. guy ( oh no, me mataron mi amigo, hijo de la gran puta esos cogines me mataron mi amigo que voy a cerca carajo
du'a Chorus Oh my friend Can't take it anymore The pain, the rain, the good times missin' Help me sing If only - we could be down If only - we'd work it out
be the dark dada Man behind back carma One secound generation fance the outward So why We dancin in the rain so fly Singin in the rain getting with You