Forecast
Album: Immobilarity
Release Date: 11/16/99
Label: Columbia
Explicit version of "Forecast" lyrics
Turn me up
Feel me like
Let me get a feeling of who'd love me and who I love
That's what it's all about though
First you got to know how to move
Then you got to know how to make moves
Straight up
All y'all
It's eternal
What
Yea
Yo
We bringing it from here
(Don't drive too close to the nigga
Understand
Come on
Yea
What up
You know what it's called
Yo
How much I
Yo
Praises due
New Jers' with the guerrillas with the most sexiest birds
Vehicles and s*** shout out your word
Fox premier
My niggas in Connecticut
Upstate Albany got love here
Rochester all the way down to stretcher
You large Long Island niggas definitely paint a picture
Chicago peace
Maryland take cheese
Baltimore lock it all down yo lets increase
Boston stay flossing
My eye like Steve Austin
Seeing how y'all bought Rae fortune
Texas yo
How many Lexuses y'all goin' flow?
Y'all niggas doing it is love yo
Miami and North Carolina like family
Spoil a nigga like kids with cotton candy
Yo VA all the money makers generate
Shorty driving around still making ten a day
LA yep it's real when they tell me
Yep I know it's ill 'cause police tried to kill me
And oh let's politic and make dido
DC I hope y'all feel me when I ble-do
ATL Tennessee ring bells
Out in Ohio bumping twenty inch wheels
Yea San Francisco
Minneapolis cats rap with us
Michigan yea rollie derm burn
Phoenix
B****** on the air
Portland
Stay brolic in the giants like the Denver broncos
Yo South Carolina bring the drama
Still in all like the way she ball
Yea she yelling she my baby Mama
Japan coma
London
Africa my brother
Russia light a Dutch up
Indiana where they all throw scramblers and they cut ya'
Jamaica yep Bahamas
And we honor everything
Homage
Looking Guyanese in Ghana
Detroit saying
Puerto Rico come on through Raekwon my boy
Louisiana and Canada
St
He like master in Nebraska
Fleeing in white mink on God G-ing in Alaska
Laid up Brazil
Got like fifty K in a briefcase
What
Laying up in Amsterdam
Blowing nine grand
Batting a white man
Ooo tell me it's me you want baby
Got to tell me
Why don't you tell me girl?
Tell me it's me you want baby
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