"Quiet Storm" lyrics
Thunder and lightning
It's a quiet storm
When there's nobody else you can run to
Who do you look for? (C-L-S baby, C-L-S baby)
No doubt, that you, been dealing with my selfish ways
We're just trying 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 gleako
I'm on point like a free-throw
Right back at the tap-a-tio
Yeah, it's the Mexican mestizo
A straight shooter from the hip
Who never fell in to a sinkhole
Boy I stick to the G code
And always step on the turf
Get up, going 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 muthafuckas ain't got the balls to tell you
I'm a quiet storm, far from the norm
Game spitta go getter since the day I was born
From Californ-I-A (I-A, I-A)
Terry muthafucka
Yeah T-muthafucken-Dre
Thunder and lightning
It's a quiet storm
When there's nobody else you can run to
Who do you look for? (C-L-S baby, C-L-S baby)
2 to 3 minutes, that's all I get
So I'm determined to leap
The bittersweet on your lip
From the hip like The Waco Kid
I'm a stake my bid, cancel out all dibs
Space and time, now cease to exist
The alpha and omega, don't run in my click
Institutionally committedly sick
A natural tanker with a shanker
And terrorist fits
A supremist with supreme control
Rolling out the new world order
Yet to be sold
As the bass [?]
So the kings of my soul
Set forth to shallow move
Reap fortunes untold
2 to 3 minutes, that's all I got
Heat fail me not
Stay ready as rock
Plus that spot
Clamp down and hold on
May my baby's 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? (C-L-S baby, C-L-S baby)
No doubt, that you, been dealing with my selfish ways
We're just trying to do the rest that we can
To give you some better days
It's a quiet storm
When there's nobody else you can run to
Who do you look for? (C-L-S baby, C-L-S baby)
No doubt, that you, been dealing with my selfish ways
We're just trying 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 gleako
I'm on point like a free-throw
Right back at the tap-a-tio
Yeah, it's the Mexican mestizo
A straight shooter from the hip
Who never fell in to a sinkhole
Boy I stick to the G code
And always step on the turf
Get up, going 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 muthafuckas ain't got the balls to tell you
I'm a quiet storm, far from the norm
Game spitta go getter since the day I was born
From Californ-I-A (I-A, I-A)
Terry muthafucka
Yeah T-muthafucken-Dre
Thunder and lightning
It's a quiet storm
When there's nobody else you can run to
Who do you look for? (C-L-S baby, C-L-S baby)
2 to 3 minutes, that's all I get
So I'm determined to leap
The bittersweet on your lip
From the hip like The Waco Kid
I'm a stake my bid, cancel out all dibs
Space and time, now cease to exist
The alpha and omega, don't run in my click
Institutionally committedly sick
A natural tanker with a shanker
And terrorist fits
A supremist with supreme control
Rolling out the new world order
Yet to be sold
As the bass [?]
So the kings of my soul
Set forth to shallow move
Reap fortunes untold
2 to 3 minutes, that's all I got
Heat fail me not
Stay ready as rock
Plus that spot
Clamp down and hold on
May my baby's 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? (C-L-S baby, C-L-S baby)
No doubt, that you, been dealing with my selfish ways
We're just trying to do the rest that we can
To give you some better days
Writer(s): Arthur Dominguez, Edward Rios, Domanic Marciano Padro
