Quiet Storm

Thunder and lightning It's a quiet storm When there's nobody else you can run to Who do you look for? (C-L-S baby, C-L-S baby) No doubt, that you, been dealing with my selfish ways We're just trying to do the rest that we can To give you some better days If the price is right, I drop chips like plinko Sucka wanna trip, pop the clip in the gleako I'm on point like a free-throw Right back at the tap-a-tio Yeah, it's the Mexican mestizo A straight shooter from the hip Who never fell in to a sinkhole Boy I stick to the G code And always step on the turf Get up, going beast mode I swear some fools don't know What's up, who's down, and which way to go If you need some advice, let me help you Scary muthafuckas ain't got the balls to tell you I'm a quiet storm, far from the norm Game spitta, go-getter since the day I was born From Californ-I-A (I-A, I-A) Terry muthafucka Yeah T-muthafucken-Dre Thunder and lightning It's a quiet storm When there's nobody else you can run to Who do you look for? (C-L-S baby, C-L-S baby) 2 to 3 minutes, that's all I get So I'm determined to leap The bittersweet on your lip From the hip like The Waco Kid I'm a stake my bid, cancel out all dibs Space and time, now cease to exist The alpha and omega, don't run in my click Institutionally committedly sick A natural tanker with a shanker And terrorist fits A supremist with supreme control Rolling out the new world order Yet to be sold As the bass untold So the kings of my soul Set forth to shallow move Reap fortunes untold 2 to 3 minutes, that's all I got Heat fail me not Stay ready as rock Plus that spot Clamp down and hold on May my baby's forgive me when I'm dead and gone Thunder and lightning It's a quiet storm When there's nobody else you can run to Who do you look for? (C-L-S baby, C-L-S baby) No doubt, that you, been dealing with my selfish ways We're just trying to do the rest that we can To give you some better days