Chamillionaire - Weatherman (Bonus Track) lyrics

Big Swangaz and Vouges Them 20 inches sittin low We Ball 24's 7's all that we know Screens and neon lights gon show When my trunk unlock pop and show Ya already know Paint drippin off the door Not engaged with no lady, fall in love with 'em no! You may think I'm crazy never knew this type of love before I'm love with my foreign, yes I'm married to my dough... I'm in love with my money [Chamillionaire - Talking] Yeah man, me and Paul just goin' 2 different direction man Know what I'm sayin', he decided to go back to the Swishahouse And I decided not to ya know what I'm sayin'? I'm just tryin' to do my thing right now And hopefully we'll turn this into a major label debut when "Controversy" sells ya feel me? But uh, uh we both are with Paid In Full I'm not on Paid In Full Records no more, no longer on contract I'm doin' my own thing, Chamillitary Entertainment and ya already know in this man A lil somethin' for the fans I'ma let you hear the first song we did off of "Get Ya Mind Correct" Ya ain't know I had this did ya? ---A lil somethin' for the fans I'ma let why'all hear the first song we actually did on "Get Ya Mind Correct" It's called "Weatherman", why'all ain't know I still had this did why'all-haha [Chorus - Paul Wall] I'm the weatherman ain't nobody stoppin' my reign a lot of watered down rappers still hot 'cause I came I'ma forest fire ain't nobody stoppin' my flame Can't nobody stop me from stockin' my change (repeat) [Paul Wall] I'm the weatherman ain't nobody stoppin' my reign On top of my game, decapitate the top show and bang They knockin' my fame and biz' 'cause of rocks in my watch If you was smart you'd watch the golds that's on top of my crotch The rocks in my watch, is more then a Rocky Sandlot You jealous 'cause you bought diamonds from diamond shamrock Look, all recruiters should be checkin' my stats I cross competition over shake em' dead in they tracks I pack an axe by my way, bodyguard by my biscuit Make money, lose money never afraid to risk it I don't get writers block, I block other writers Spittin' fire like if I had a mouth full of lighters I'm countin' so much money that I caught a hand-cramp I date models you date girls that went to band camp I'ma hurricane, you just a gust of wind I'm on fire, you just ashes and dust my friend [Chamillionaire] Uh, it's just the lil bad weatherman, raindrops drop on ya pours They sick of them boys, pullin' up in ridiculous cars Ain't no ones, sicker then are's the wizard of oz Couldn't give you a bigger brain and make you rich as them boys Young Koopa the weatherman, he lelay his weatherband With drank in a metal can, want to stop him get a better plan That one you got, that ain't really workin' pat'na Ya shirt is prada, how come ya flow ain't worth a dollar, holla Chamillion's insane n***az gonna complain Can't explain why ya girl want to give me brain and run a train n***az runnin' in shame, tellin' them to run in train The Lizard stepped in the game and started runnin' thangs If ya can't sleep anymore while the raindrops pour And you look our your window and hear footsteps on the floor If you saw a crooked smile and a glistenin' jaw Don't open the door fa' sure time for bad weather why'all, let it reign [Paul Wall] Bad weather's ruin about, if you travel my route It's time to flood the market, 'cause there's been a drought Review the resume, my team is undefeatable You fabricate ya life with stories unbelievable I'ma ballin' star, you a fallin' star All used up like no minutes on a callin' card I'm the bank you ain't nothin' but a dollar or two You just sand on a beach, and I'm the wave that swallows you Nobody follows you, your like bad directions Ya life needs an eraser, there's to many corrections Ever since I was born, I've been far from the norm I'm the one that kept ya girl warm when you was gone Now you and ya born needin' ya palm Watchin' thorn or outside a dorm, humpin' ya horn ya heart torn You get warned down the scarecrow and a crop full of corn Grab an umbrella 'cause them boys bringin' the storm (Chamillionaire Shouts-Out to DJ's)