"Rainy Dayz (Dalvin Remix)" lyrics
(feat. Ghostface Killer)
[Raekwon:]
Doin' this for 1996
Revolution is a trick, be aware
Yo, yo, yo
I run with rich rap cats who run corners
They run through alleys, navy blue Bally's at the grand finale
Still in all, currency catches the eye of the youth
One time, play it on three corners of the roof
So we accept that, jettin' at nights
Don't ever wet that, drop the G-pack
How will I eat, black?
And brothers, flexin' labels like cables
White Sables, pressin' up, tryin' to make a debut
Hard times, when the God rhyme, I'm aimin' mines
'Cause he playin' mines
But we ain't related 'cause he raided mine
They see me lampin' up in 850's
With 360's, blowin' like 160, sellin' fifties
Due to the wicked, dice should never lie
Now that's a damn lie, movin' on standby, man, why?
The game, I mentally tear down the brain
Half of us are feelin' pain, big boy, let it rain
I guess my whole team is marvelous
Street life novelist, let it rain, dun, swallow this
You know how to love me, makes me feel so good
You know how to love me, makes me feel so good
Yo, Guess down, a crazy new pair just for the new year
Wavy hair, plus we get much 'cause we on the air
Cristal wildin', my medallion stylin', it's like City Island
Relax, kid, while shorty profilin'
Until then, we gotta bend with the wind
Plus build again, writin' my friends, sendin' 'em line Timbs
I'm tired of robberies, pornography
Throw a pair of Wally's on post for live nigga photography
[Ghostface Killah:]
Yo, yo, check out the hearsay, fake niggas rockin' the toupee
Frontin' on me and Chef, yo, it's dog day
Afternoon, I'm blowin' up your weak platoon
Leave you helpless, screamin' from all types of wounds
I be the expert, blowin' like a firework
Convertin' concepts that will nerve-wreck in concert
'Cause I write, and blast and slash your whole level
I'm hosed, I be challengin' pros for gold medals
Whatever, still remain sturdy like a leather
On Fridays, get your fresh fade from Mo' Better
Represent, my lifestyle is in like Flynn
Militant, the God's shit is very masculine
Mad tough, major bless stuff with nuff said
Ex-dusthead, now I'm puttin' heads to bed
Call me a legend, flexin' with the style of old
Carryin' loads of loot, mad rich, buryin' gold
Sabotage, thoughts of livin' large any day now
The Land to satisfy the whole garage
Back to the morrow, soon to make a novel
Born to be sellin' like Marvel Comic books for my survival
Beware, I'm hittin' like a snare from the Delphonics
Crushin' niggas, I be blowin' like economics
What's the... you're fuckin' with a deadly era
No fat, niggas be jettin' when they face terror
Doin' this for 1996
Revolution is a trick, be aware
Yo, yo, yo
I run with rich rap cats who run corners
They run through alleys, navy blue Bally's at the grand finale
Still in all, currency catches the eye of the youth
One time, play it on three corners of the roof
So we accept that, jettin' at nights
Don't ever wet that, drop the G-pack
How will I eat, black?
And brothers, flexin' labels like cables
White Sables, pressin' up, tryin' to make a debut
Hard times, when the God rhyme, I'm aimin' mines
'Cause he playin' mines
But we ain't related 'cause he raided mine
They see me lampin' up in 850's
With 360's, blowin' like 160, sellin' fifties
Due to the wicked, dice should never lie
Now that's a damn lie, movin' on standby, man, why?
The game, I mentally tear down the brain
Half of us are feelin' pain, big boy, let it rain
I guess my whole team is marvelous
Street life novelist, let it rain, dun, swallow this
You know how to love me, makes me feel so good
You know how to love me, makes me feel so good
Yo, Guess down, a crazy new pair just for the new year
Wavy hair, plus we get much 'cause we on the air
Cristal wildin', my medallion stylin', it's like City Island
Relax, kid, while shorty profilin'
Until then, we gotta bend with the wind
Plus build again, writin' my friends, sendin' 'em line Timbs
I'm tired of robberies, pornography
Throw a pair of Wally's on post for live nigga photography
[Ghostface Killah:]
Yo, yo, check out the hearsay, fake niggas rockin' the toupee
Frontin' on me and Chef, yo, it's dog day
Afternoon, I'm blowin' up your weak platoon
Leave you helpless, screamin' from all types of wounds
I be the expert, blowin' like a firework
Convertin' concepts that will nerve-wreck in concert
'Cause I write, and blast and slash your whole level
I'm hosed, I be challengin' pros for gold medals
Whatever, still remain sturdy like a leather
On Fridays, get your fresh fade from Mo' Better
Represent, my lifestyle is in like Flynn
Militant, the God's shit is very masculine
Mad tough, major bless stuff with nuff said
Ex-dusthead, now I'm puttin' heads to bed
Call me a legend, flexin' with the style of old
Carryin' loads of loot, mad rich, buryin' gold
Sabotage, thoughts of livin' large any day now
The Land to satisfy the whole garage
Back to the morrow, soon to make a novel
Born to be sellin' like Marvel Comic books for my survival
Beware, I'm hittin' like a snare from the Delphonics
Crushin' niggas, I be blowin' like economics
What's the... you're fuckin' with a deadly era
No fat, niggas be jettin' when they face terror
Writer(s): Robert F. Diggs, Corey Woods
