Weatherman (bonus Track) Lyrics - 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]