Rain it Pours

(*talking*) 'Tis the season to be jolly (Jolly, for what) hell if I know I just don't get it, tell it like it is It's on, truth hurts [Chorus - 2x] It's like the sun in the summer It's like the cold in the winter And when it rains it pours Y'all keep sweating these hoes And doing this one for the poor ones [Trick Daddy] This one here is dedicated for them hatas, I wrote it for my niggas Who ain't here they couldn't make it, let's face it The dope game is getting shaky When shit get flaky, see most niggas can't take it I done seen the biggest dope dealas turn squealas And yesterday's killas, today's fucked niggas ?That's defined? on behalf of the state Your main key witness, and won't involve me with em You could set me up to crush time It ain't selling the vines so nigga, lay down and do your time Cause, back when you was kingpinning I was sitting off in prison, and you ain't send me a penny And closing arguments can't get me I had it deep for the state, caught his first witness That's right, that's right From one heat to another, you a sucka [Chorus - 2x] [Trick Daddy] As an American, I think the whole world's against us It took 9-11 just to convince us That we got wars going on And it's way bigger than thugs, this shit's deeper than drugs Suicide bombings, and air attacks All the planes that were hijacked, and all of our politics So I guess that makes me a democrat The Republican party problems are worrying about crack If I could speak another language, I'd say it in French, Spanish damn it, so everybody understand it Want everybody on the planet, that if you anti-thug I guess you gets no love, from us [Chorus - 2x] [Trick Daddy] Where are the police at when you really need em How can you chastise a child, if you ain't allowed to beat him Want to screaming for no reason Why you keep reproducing if you know you can't feed em If he leave you, don't blame him He the father of two mugs so regardless, you ought to raise em And it might seem outrageous This unsafe sex these days quite dangerous And stop killing these babies, I mean it, I love em If you don't want em give em to me I'll raise em Truth is, that the future is our kids, and every playa with skills Should be in the NFL, for real [Chorus - 2x] (*talking*) 'Tis the season to be jolly (Jolly, for what) hell if I know I just don't get it, tell it like it is It's on, truth hurts