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"It Never Rains in South L.A." is a track by Blu, from the album A Long Red Hot Los Angeles Summer Night, released 1st March 2019. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Chorus] It never rains in southern Los Angeles, uh Where shots pop and put fear on the block And they say that when it rains it's the tears of God, but It never rains in southern Los Angeles, uh, yeah Where shots pop and put fear on the block And they say that when it rains it's the tears of God [Verse 1] We bust shots, cops lost and jealous is them 'Til it's us, puttin' four K down on the rims Rims swimmin' like fish on the well with the one-ten Steerin' wheel doin' cartwheels, circle-back again I'm back again but rain keeps fallin' on my head Like BJ time before the raw airs, flip later Haters, hate 'em, gettin' paper shipped by the ship God stealin' steel still for the shit Hit the fence and fenders goin' against you Won't get past the fence defense We in the trench back in Cali like a army in the trench Trim fifth of Hen, no restraint, nine mil' clip Move nine inch leave you nailed to the fence Intense, I get lit times ten when I'm tense I'm ever tense, I'm always lit like July get Right before the fifth on 5th with the spliff on hit Thinkin' 'bout stayin' out, not gettin' hit 'Cause they say [Chorus] It never rains in southern Los Angeles, uh Where shots pop and put fear on the block And they say that when it rains it's the tears of God, but It never rains in southern Los Angeles, uh, yeah Where shots pop and put fear on the block And they say that when it rains it's the tears of God [Verse 2] Los Angeles Killa Cal or Cali, countin' a milli', makin' the money Movin' snow 'til you so high you fall like hell My nigga said he fell so heavy he fell into Hell Heaven, help homies finance homes, finance business Finance bitches, fine-ass hoes, fightin' fire Flyin' when the Swisher Sweet meet my lighter Smoked out, coke Coke bottle models come out My model's kinda like fire, ice, hot but it's cold Suraros die, pop the four-five Glock for the cold Cash be movin' so fast niggas pull out they heat Blast to keep food on the table, fridge cold with the stove More kitchen met wet with the rock and roll Got four shots for them hoes cockblockin' my flow Block to block got blocks, chop the rock, yeah Rob and stole sold dope, coke powder and pop at foes Foes pop back, po-pos pop at the back of your dome [Chorus] It never rains in southern Los Angeles, uh Where shots pop and put fear on the block And they say that when it rains it's the tears of God, but It never rains in southern Los Angeles, uh, yeah Where shots pop and put fear on the block And they say that when it rains it's the tears of God [Verse 3] Los Angeles time, time with the rhyme on my mind Ridin' with the nine, nine times outta ten a ten is a dime Penny-pinchin' niggas pinchin' the dimes, oldest business Is show business and hoes won't show you they times Time change, five gold chains changed in the times Return to Trump, mind on my money, money on my mind My own property mine, robbery, crime not stoppin' me, mom Open my blinds blind, somebody's watchin' me all the time FBI, CIA, PVs and private eyes IRS checkin' on me with the tech By they side crime fighters with no crime to fight Invent a crime, homicide, suicide, shoot the youth and sigh Swear I'll protect ya mom, by any means means you choose a side Black suits on that black on black red and blue sirens Youth forgot about the truth in '92, but it's fine The Bloods spilled blood and blues choose who's that blew out your mind [Chorus] It never rains in southern Los Angeles, uh Where shots pop and put fear on the block And they say that when it rains it's the tears of God, but It never rains in southern Los Angeles, uh, yeah Where shots pop and put fear on the block And they say that when it rains it's the tears of God
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