This is a song about "Lovely weather"

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

Chorus: i wanna chill (chill) on sugar hill (its so lovely, so lovely)

Its so crazy jones and az, its so lovely sippin on bubbly

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Covering my head in bad weather

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

A sweater containing heat in cold weather,

Fuck a video vixen, they got vicious intentions

You're my lovely angel right out of the fuckin heavens.

Ill make rain bars no matter what the weather.

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

I'm like irish weather - fuckin' lashing out

Life's like a weather station,

When you ain't got no education