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wuteva - hurricane g lyrics

[intro]
what motherf*cker?! i ain’t afraid of none of y’all motherf*ckers
what! whateva
bring it
trick!
d*ck up in yo mouth, b*tch

[verse 1]
and take a real ruggin deeper
kickin’ b*tt competition like nina and sheba
trapping pollos like screamers
weaken metaphors that make mc’s wonder
what type of spell i been under
shaking down the industry with authority
a real mc
who could bang like wu tang
with many styles and methods man
tied up in timberlands as the sand cocoa b*tter
for all my soldiers from the gutter
war*ri*ors like boot camp
i make it hurt like cr*p
let’s have a whole venue and
when i get down low down dirty like damager*sk!lled scavenger
blastin’ at’chya like krs*one, son

[chorus]
stormin’? whatever * i’ll be the stormy weather
rain comin down, so weatherproof your leather
stormin’? whatever * i’ll be the stormy weather
rain comin down, so weatherproof your leather
stormin’? whatever * i’ll be the stormy weather
rain comin down, so weatherproof your leather
stormin’? whatever * i’ll be the stormy weather
rain comin down, so weatherproof your leather
[verse 2]
i got the ability to make communication
to most of the nation* fans of all kinds
[?]
i don’t give a f*ck, we could get buck* what
i need a rain on ya brain
leave you tied up and chained to the mic cord
the lord takin me away from the evil sword
and blessed me with the nod to keep a tight bondage with the real world
my beautiful baby girl
i be that ghetto girl
makin mc’s spin like curls
when i spit gems for enemies and friends
well it just funk [?]

[verse 3]
yeah i just be like ck representin’ bk
and the boogie down with respect
my check
what the f*ck
i locked it down for the [?]
and you know i’m bad chick stabbin’
keep the real hip hop dogs barkin’*i’m sparkin’
fat, bump raps
bustin’ b*tches weak tracks*loose
ain’t nothing cute or fancy
i bring the rump more nasty
then you wanna be classy
looking real trashy and disrespectful
mouth full of d*ck*b*tch
when i* tighten up my mic grip shut yo dirty lip
i whip like a lex coupe
without knocking boots
and if you put up your dukes
you see yo ass get kicked
dead across the f*ckin sh*t
[chorus]
stormin’? whatever * i’ll be the stormy weather
rain comin down, so weatherproof your leather
stormin’? whatever * i’ll be the stormy weather
rain comin down, so weatherproof your leather
stormin’? whatever * i’ll be the stormy weather
rain comin down, so weatherproof your leather
stormin’? whatever * i’ll be the stormy weather
rain comin down, so weatherproof your leather
stormin’? whatever * i’ll be the stormy weather
rain comin down, so weatherproof your leather
stormin’? whatever * i’ll be the stormy weather
rain comin down, so weatherproof your leather

stormin’?
rain comin down
stormin’? whatever
rain comin down
stormin’? whatever
rain comin down, so weatherproof your leather

- hurricane g lyrics

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