Chamillionaire

Weatherman

Chamillionaire


[Chamillionaire Insert From "In Love With My Money"] 
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 y'all hear the first song we actually did on "Get Ya Mind Correct" 
It's called "Weatherman", y'all ain't know I still had this did y'all-haha 

[Chorus - Paul Wall] 
I'm the weatherman ain't nobody stoppin' my reign 
Alot of watered down rappers still hot cuz 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' cuz 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 cuz 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, wanna 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 niggaz gonna complain 
Can't explain why ya girl wanna give me brain and run a train 
Niggaz 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 y'all, let it reign 

[Paul Wall] 
Bad weather's ruin about, if you travel my route 
It's time to flood the market, cuz 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 cuz them boys bringin' the storm 

(Chamillionaire Shouts-Out to DJ's)