Four kings.. Big SLAP music (yeah, let it slap) From LA to NC, around the globe The Weatherman predict it, shhhh Uh, rain!
[Hook] 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 wit'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 Wit 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 wit 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
[Hook] 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 wit a scope (psssh!) I got it and it's dope, I gotta take this game by the throat H-O-J rollin wit 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
[Hook] 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 wit 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!
[Hook] 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 - Outro] 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...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
