Let It Rain lyrics

[Intro: sample]
Cop: Alright, you're charged with public intoxication. Alright, listen–
Drunk man: There's a thousand people out there who're drunk!
Cop: Okay, I understand that

[Chorus: J-Ro]
We O-W-N the whole zone
The Likwit Crew is on the microphone
Let it rain, brother
Let it rain, brother
Let it rain, brother
Xzibit, do your thing

[Verse 1: Xzibit]
You get permanently put on your ass like Teddy Pendergrass
Whenever you trespass on Alkaholik territory (Yeah, yeah)
More savage than any rapper on your roster, I regulate –
Extortin' on ya R&B label mate (Give it up)
Xzibit rates the state, cross me is costly
f*ck jiggy and flossy, I'm tryin' to keep the government off me (Yeah)
Dodgin' hard time and house arrest
What do you expect? Findin' what ya never forget
'Cause you're sellin' wolf tickets that your ass can't pay
What I display, skill last found in Cassius Clay
In this prime time, hustle for mine
Used to nickel and dime
Doin' felony crimes, but now I bust rhymes
Instead of bustin' at enemies, when the sun go down
Me and my n*ggas twist a fat one
Smoke it all down to nothing
Crushin' rappers, bare Witness like Jehovah
Swore we haven't been sober since '21 & Over'
[Chorus: Xzibit]
We O-W-N the whole zone
Likwit Crew is on the microphone
Let it rain, brother
Let it rain, brother
Let it rain, brother
Let it rain, brother
We O-W-N the whole zone
Likwit Crew is on the microphone
Let it rain, brother
Let it rain, brother
Let it rain
King Tee, do your thing

[Verse 2: King Tee]
When the Likwit hits my soul
I get conceptions to make the microphones explode
The drunk mode, sippin' X.O. from the straw
King Tee, broadcaster raw
Optical intoxication, flood your video station
Scramblin' any playahation
But some of these fools got chips in they boxes
So I blocks it, pull they whole set out the socket
Tha Alkaholiks rock sh*t
Any which way, man, I got sh*t
The Alkaholik don, King from Babylon
With some fatal shock sh*t
In this district, I'm listed as the mystic majestic, I gets hectic
What you expect? sh*t – the Likwit committee
Believe me, loc, things will get sh*tty
Ain't gon' look pretty
Comin' from the Likwidation squad
Smoke weed, drink hard, my God
[Chorus: Xzibit]
We O-W-N the whole zone
Likwit Crew is on the microphone
Let it rain, brother
Let it rain, brother
Let it rain, brother
Let it rain, brother
We O-W-N the whole zone
Likwit Crew is on the microphone
Let it rain, brother
Let it rain, brother
Let it rain
J-Ro do your thing

[Verse 3: J-Ro]
f*ck that East-West mess
I'm gettin' restless (Ha)
We make the crowd say, "Yes, yes"
Faster than the SS (Woo)
Impala, you got beef? Then holla (Yeah)
My crew sticks together like Richie and Dollar
We got them bumboclaats (Aye, mon!), shakin' like Don Knotts
They bitin' like a room full of pits and Rott's
I got that old school soul
Cold take it back like repo
And I got foes on my shelf like Home Depot
I'm C-Bone, that's my homeboy Rico
Posted up with three French broads at the Nico
I got dressed, with the speed of a cheetah
Finished up my two liter, Hopped in my 2-seater (Yeah)
In the sunshine, drivin' down Vine
Bumpin' 103.9, they playin' "Ooh, so fine" (Aight)
Got off on the fifth floor
Knocked on the door
Xzibit's in the house and he brought three more
[Interlude]
What the f*ck's goin' on in here? (What's up, my n*gga?)
What's happenin'? (Where the drink at?)
These my homegirls right here (Wassup? Hey boys)
What y'all drinkin' right now? (Some strawberry daiquiri)
f*ck that, all we got is Hennessy

[Chorus: Xzibit]
We O-W-N the whole zone
Likwit Crew is on the microphone
Let it rain, brother
Let it rain, brother
Let it rain
Rico, do your thing

[Verse 4: Tash]
And up next, we got the Likwit-est
So drunk, it's ridiculous (Hold on)
When Tash got the mic, I swing my sh*t like Jack Nicklaus (Yeah)
I'm spittin' this for n*ggas that slept on 'Likwidation'
'Cause no matter where you go – they know the reputation (Uh-huh)
CaTashtrophe, I pump lyrics with spunk
I'm like the Renegade of Funk
That get that boomstick crunk (Say what?)
So if you watch your ship sunkin', f*ckin' with the drunken
Then come a little closer, let me hand you somethin' (Say what?)
A bomb with a wick, blowin' up your click
Now take your pick (What?) – you can kiss my ass or suck my di*k (Ha)
'Cause this is how we comin' in 1998
The Alkaholiks, X, and King Tee the great

[Interlude: scratches]
"It's the Likwit Crew!"
"King Tee" "Mister X to the Z"
"Ah-ah-Alkahol'..."
Likwit motherf*ckers came to tear the house down!

[Chorus: Xzibit]
We O-W-N the whole zone
Likwit MC's on the microphone
Let it rain, brother
Let it rain, brother
Let it rain, brother
Let it rain, brother
We O-W-N the whole zone
Likwit Crew is on the microphone
Let it rain, brother
Let it rain, brother
Let it rain
Let it rain
Let it rain

[Outro: Xzibit]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
Won't stop, can't stop
It's the L-I-K (That's right)
Mr. X To The Z (Defari!)
Black John McClane, what
(Montage One!) Yeah, Montage
Huh, Defari Herut, bring it through!
(King Tee!) King Tipsy, what!
And the whole f*ckin' click!
Yeah, realize you can't understand this sh*t right here
Everybody get live, yeah
Everybody get live, yeah
Uh-uh, uh-uh, yeah
Uh-uh, uh-uh, yeah
Uh-uh, uh-uh, yeah
Uh-uh, uh-uh (Barbershop MC's)
Keep it, what, keep it movin'
(All you non-Likwit n*ggas, get ya'll ass whooped!)
(Y'all n*ggas don't know about this out the West)
(Let it rain, n*gga!)
(And we out)