Quiet Storm

Thunder and lightning, it's a quiet storm

When there's nobody else you can run to

Who do you look for? (CLS baby, CLS baby)

No doubt that you've been dealin' with my selfish ways

We're just tryin' 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 Glicko

I'm on point like a free throw

Right back at the Tapatío

Yeah, it's the Mexican mestizo

A straight shooter from the hit who never fell into a sinkhole

Boy, I stick to the G code

And I will step on the turf, get up, go on 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 motherfuckers ain't got the balls to tell you

I'm a quiet storm, far from the norm

Game spitter, go-getter since the day I was born

From Californ-I-A

Terry motherfuckin' G, T motherfuckin' Dre

Thunder and lightning, it's a quiet storm

When there's nobody else you can run to

Who do you look for? (CLS baby, CLS baby)

Two to three minutes, that's all I get

So I'm determined to leave the bittersweet on your lip

From the hip like the Waco Kid

I'ma stake my bid, cancel out all dibs

Space and time now cease to exist

The Alpha and Omega dope runners in my clique

Institutionally, communally sick

A nitrous tanker with a shanker and Terrorists' fist

A supremacist with supreme control

Rollin' out the new world order, yet to be sold

As the bass drum tolls, so the cadence of my soul

Set forth to shatter molds, reap fortunes untold

Two to three minutes, that's all I got

Heat, fear me not, stay ready as rock

Clutch that spot, clamp down, and hold on

May my babies 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? (CLS baby, CLS baby)

No doubt that you've been dealin' with my selfish ways

We're just tryin' to do the rest that we can

To give you some better days