Walkin In The Rain

Lyrics

[Chorus: The Game] LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks I'm walking in the rain LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks I'm walking in the rain LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks I'm walking in the rain LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks I'm walking in the rain [Verse 1: Eastwood] (West Coast stand up) Yeah, yo, yo, size 12 Converse through the back door And the Dodger hat to me is what the Yankee is to Fat Joe Brim low, khaki's stayed creased up And it's been that way since Beat Street (What) Hood niggas need Ben Wallace to block shots But young East the beast will make the .45 pop lock Do the stake on him I'll blow out his candle and spill the whole birthday cake on him Ain't nothing fake, homie This is classical music and I'm the Los Angeles Beethoven And the wait's over M.O.B gon' bang 'cause Game the crack, this ain't over [Chorus: The Game] LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks I'm walking in the rain LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks I'm walking in the rain LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks I'm walking in the rain LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks I'm walking in the rain [Verse 2: Techniec] Sitting in a holding tank, no shoestrings or belt Hit up The Game, mayne, I need y'all help Out on bail, soon as my Chucks hit the pavement Touch my bucks, leave the whole world in amazement Corduroys creazed up, name on the back left Throwing up the DC since niggas wanna act deaf Banging nothing but the .38 untill he back fresh Dieing for nothing, living for everything on the black tef' And its a mess when the .44 hits y'all brain Send the lil' homie, get y'all chain M.O.B, yeah, fuck the clique y'all claim From N.Y.C. to CPT, this L.B.C [Chorus: The Game] LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks I'm walking in the rain LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks I'm walking in the rain LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks I'm walking in the rain LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks I'm walking in the rain [Verse 3: Techniec & Eastwood] Blood in Blood out, tell the Crips to stay Loc'n And niggas doing time in the pen, remain focused The West Coast was sleep 'til Game woke us It's a Hard Knock Life, yeah, word to Jay Hova The flow is straight yola, fuck your payola This Hennessy making it hard to stay sober Went from gray skies to pushing a gray Rover He's pushing up flowers if the .38 fold him Like it or not, I might pop back at the cops As long as I make it home before the album drops Yeah, and it's the gunning man, Mr. 500 Grand And I don't wanna talk what we did at Summerjam, damn [Verse 4: The Game] Chi Town, this how we get down A.T.L. M.I.A, I love New York but I rock my.. [Chorus: The Game] LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks I'm walking in the rain LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks I'm walking in the rain LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks I'm walking in the rain LA Dodger cap with my middle finger up in my khakis and Chucks I'm walking in the rain