Cage - Weather People lyrics

I met shorty at the mall
Her bra holdin two d-cups of jello
My socks yellow from leaky - Hello!
What a bag would do to you
When the doobiest move me to
A piece of property
Forget what I just put the groupie through
Got her spinnin to the angel, dizzy to diesel
Roll up the PCP lease, I'm busy with evil
My hand on the tit, I'm commandin her clit
Disband of this shit
Nobody knows but it's expandin the chips
Chicks wanna touch I might go shoot
Up the fruit's in her
Dip in my mouth lookin like
I'm recruited by Lucifer
Ain't like what I roll up is anti-religious
But, it's like I copped in chinatown
I would slant eyes the bitches

This is for my Weather People
Them clever people
Haters should speak against cause
They were never equals
Drug-fiends, I was happy to beat you
What you tell the ex hoes? "I'm
Sorry I ain't treat you!"
Learned myself cause nobody said
"let me teach you"
This ain't for the Middletown people
I still see through
This is for my Weather People
Them clever people
Haters should speak against cause
They were never equals
Dust-fiends, I was happy to beat you
What you tell the ex ho? "I'm
Sorry I ain't eat you!"
Learned myself cause nobody said
"let me teach you"
We follow the same road but we
Know where it leads to

Chrome 380 drive me crazy cause
It's fun to clap my tit radar
Callin out more hoes than Thundercats
In that burberry like a yuppie lumberjack
But, you don't see the pattern till
I take the coat off blunderblack
Rolled up, ready for brain acupuncture
Then I took the hoodie off the
Clit and didn't much her
Welcome to the strangest of days
There's dangerous ways you find death
I found it in the angelin haze
Johnny Mnemonic with the Bubonic
In the leathergoose fuck the North Face
It's what I got
Underneath that's weatherproof
And when it jump out to speak
It'll greet you with a flash of light
Then leave you in a box
Cause the worms need you

Come and see Hell's house
Whatever bleeds yells out
And the first two letters of my
Clique is "WE" spelled out
The locals hate me, cause the locals love me
Every piece of shit emcee with a
Dream from here can't touch me
"Fuck me!" - That's what they hoes yell out
Lovin the penis
Tight like the rims in the street
With the rubber between us
Everytime I wipe my ass or get cloudy
Ten local rappers wanna write a song about me
In and out of the hash like I'm
In and out of the blue mesk
In and out of my mind like I'm
In and out of the US
Drip sweat to NY, dip wet then get high
And thank GOD al Qaeda wasn't in the sky