NC To CA
(专辑: The Weatherman LP - 2007)
Four kings... Big SLAP music (yeah, let it slap) From LA to NC, around the
globe The
Weatherman predict it, shhhh Uh, rain! You can act like the
best, but you nowhere near it You can talk a
lotta shit, but we ain't tryin to hear it, NO! [Joe Scudda:] Ya boy Joe back on it, I'm back at it The
same shit that scared you, I
laughed at it (eh heh eh) And I'on't need a
gun to take a
shot (blaow!) You woulda thought I
had a
shank the
way I
go and take a
stab at it And I'on't let a
door open with'out walkin thru it So if it close on me, it's while I'm walkin to it So when I
get there I'mma kick it off the
hinge Make myself at home, invite all my friends Open up a
brew or two, smoke some Cali green On my Carolina shit, Ev' do his Cali thang (it's poppin) I
show him how we lean, he'll tell me how they roll We made our own path homie, you stuck on the
road With nowhere to go, and no way to move And when they talk about the
best, no way it's you It might be Rapper Pooh, or my man Herut Ev' or Scudda, but ain't you muh'fucker! [Defari:] It's just a
metaphor, your favorite rapper Is a
housecat, not a
predator I
develop your appreciation for "How did you deserve?" Pure to the
core From the
sun to the
seafloor, overseas back to B-More Big D
spit C-4; might catch me with a
bitch name Janet On the
other side of the
planet, cause that's how I
planned it Outstanding, this LA bandit Right-handed, and canned it, real dudes I
stand with (sho') Pour out a
lil' OD, R.I.P For you I
smoke tree, the
kind that's green (yeah) For you I
tell the
little ones about your dreams For me the
God architects for the
seeds You can act like the
best, but you nowhere near it You can talk a
lotta shit, but we ain't tryin to hear it, NO! [Rapper Big Pooh:] Listen, uh, pencil me in as The
Great Fat Hope You heard right, my nigga I'm pure coke (uh) I've been a
fiend for this rap thing since Ra was no joke On point like I
shot it with a
scope (psssh!) I
got it and it's dope, I
gotta take this game by the
throat H-O-J rollin with Ev' man, take a
toke [*inhales*] Chea, I'm that raw, no soap Stay checkin niggas, no coat Rapper gotta grind like he broke Put me in the
game coach, and I
swear I
won't choke A
big game hunter, mag hemi ridin shotgun Gettin blown in this California summer Poobie know stunna (stunna), move like a
boss Whip it hard like "Ross", throw it out to "The Runners", I
serve fam Top dog from the
LA fog To this NC hog, everybody want a
piece y'all You can act like the
best, but you nowhere near it You can talk a
lotta shit, but we ain't tryin to hear it, NO! [Evidence:] Uh, yeah, and I'm, on my hustle and flow Golden child, every beat touched turns to soul Every week, make a
new one just to watch it go Understandable smooth shit, I
cop that dro [*inhales*] I
got that clockwork oh! (Oh) Chea! Ev's reinvented No, Ev's said some shit, Ev never heard it befo' (uh) I'm not cut from a
different cloth among cut (yeah) Like with Joe, Pooh, and Big Dho (what?) It's the
real truth, don't make it strong it might kill you Don't waste thinkin what a
cat will do or won't This shit'll take its toll That's why I
fuck with key players not actors playin roles (that's real) I
guess that's how the
game go (yeah) Oh no, still grindin it's been seven days, same clothes (hehe!) Been cookin up til it's done and ain't stoppin Don't get it twisted once we droppin get it poppin! You can act like the
best, but you nowhere near it You can talk a
lotta shit, but we ain't tryin to hear it, NO! [Evidence:] That's why it's "The Weatherman" Highly addictive, live in ya area Still remain the
clearest on your stereo... It's Evidence, love it or leave it Joe Scudda (yeah), Rapper Pooh (yeah) Defari, (yeah) Ladies and gentlemen... We got yours truly on the
beat... It's been rainin all week... It's crazy... No sign of lettin up... I'm sorry if you're in from out of town or vacation, heh! ABB...