Bitch, Im feelin like the Baja man the way I let them dogs out
Weapon up on my body, steppin to Bones will be the wrong route
What in the fuck are you talkin bout?
Your whole shit is going south
Bitch, I am the WeatherMan, I clap and now its pourin out
Rain rain, go away
Layin back up in my grave
Blunt smoke runnin all through my veins
Sun is up, I hide away
Shoot like Im Hardaway
If you ever step in range
If you never seen me snap, I promise you never witness rage
Bitch, I be rollin in the rain 
Shitd be different if I change, but that aint an option now
Blinkin, I was darkened out, storm clouds, rollin out
Morticians, they see me and they swiftly roll the red carpet out
Back up in my zone 
I am what is wrong 
Ride up to the cemetery, Daddys home 
Smoke another one 
Pour another cup 
I dont need much to continue my roll