Through the Storm lyrics

[Intro: Téa Leoni & Martin Lawrence]
I need to talk to Mike Laury
Hello?
This is Mike Laury
Dubba-AA flexin'
This Is The Sound

[Pre-Chorus]
Through the night when it be stormin'
Hopin' everything could clear up by the morning
n*ggas tellin' lies so I gotta be honest
Ask me for the Tellage, you know that I'ma run it

[Chorus]
Turned up like who want it, we pulled up on that dumb sh*t
Flexin' on these n*ggas, pockets full of blue hundreds
Ain't no goin' back, you know I'm gon' keep it comin'
Ain't no time to waste, so n*gga play, we gon' burn him, yeah

[Verse 1]
Today Friday so you know we on that Clyde and Dodo
I got black and white b*tches knockin' at my door though
I'm in the middle of the room posted with a .44
I got it out in case a n*gga wanna take a photo
Remember me and Three we used to ride up in a stolo
Now I'm in a two-door coupe, it used to be a four-door
Don't pay for cable, he want static, tell him let me know though
I'm quick to let a n*gga have it, you know I'ma blow though
Late at night, I used to sneak out my grandfather window (No cap)
And I was coolin' on a flight, and I was hittin' them licks though
Wasn't for him I wouldn't be sh*t, so I ain't gotta trip though
Ten thousand dollars, that ain't sh*t, I gave him that times three though (Slime)
[Pre-Chorus]
Through the night when it be stormin'
Hopin' everything could clear up by the morning
n*ggas tellin' lies so I gotta be honest
Ask me for the Tellage, you know that I'ma run it

[Chorus]
Turned up like we want it, we pulled up on that dumb sh*t
Flexin' on these n*ggas, pockets full of blue hundreds
Ain't no goin' back, you know I'm gon' keep it comin'
Ain't no time to wait, so n*gga play, we gon' burn him

[Verse 2]
Can't tote no gun but got that Glock when I'm up in a Yo' though
Plus my PO and the police knockin' at my door though
I get creative, lace the track just like a blunt of dope though
I told Nini I'm comin' back, she think I'm with a hoe though
Hundred grand in my pocket when I wanna flex
Back in the day them n*ggas laughed when I said I'm next
Up with the choppa 'case that boy try reach for my neck
You know how I'll pop 'em, f*ck that sh*t, I put his ass to rest (Brrt, slime)

[Chorus]
Turned up like we want it, we pulled up on that dumb sh*t
Flexin' on these n*ggas, pockets full of blue hundreds
Ain't no goin' back, you know I'm gon' keep it comin'
Ain't no time to wait, so n*gga play, we gon' burn him, yeah
[Outro]
Yeah, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
I told that boy I'm slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
I told that boy he not gon' take my sack, yeah
And if he play, I swear I'm goin' hard back