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Make It Rain Lyrics

Artist: Fat Joe
Album: Me, Myself and I

Fat Joe feat. Lil' Wayne

[Fat Joe:]
Owwwwwwwww Scotti lets make it rain on these niggas

[Chorus:](Lil' Wayne)
Yeah im 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

[Fat Joe:]
Cr Cr Crack Crack Crack Crack Crack
You hear the Echo, man I seen the best go, 'cuase he didn't have that metal
Im a Hustla's Hustla, A Pusher's Pusher
You a busta a customer, I get you sum cooka
Yea Crack is a chemist, I pack an 11, I mack in a 7, I'll clap at your reverend
I see you in NY, I'll send you an invite, you gonnna need you a pass that's the code that we live by.

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe:]
OWWWW 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 listenin(listenin), so I made him a anthem to make some dividends(dividends)(listen)
Lil mama try to hit me with that Shoulder Lean ,This Cootco Crack and I control the team
Couple Bricks Stacked on that triple beam, my dirty bro sippin 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 ands about it
And the rain keep fallin even when its droughted.

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe:]
Owwwww mami's body is bangin, she got it man she does it all
she gets it poppin with no hands I'll make it pour
I'll make it rain on 'em I'm layin game to 'em
I'm gassin 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 yo know what it is, yo it's them powder kids
And we know how to bizz, so we don't give a shit.

[Chorus]

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