Four kings.Big SLAP music (yeah, let it slap)From LA to NC, around the globeThe Weatherman predict it, shhhhUh, rain!You can act like the best, but you nowhere near itYou can talk a lotta shit, but we ain't tryin to hear it, NO!Ya boy Joe back on it, I'm back at itThe 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 itAnd I'on't let a door open wit'out walkin thru itSo if it close on me, it's while I'm walkin to itSo when I get there I'mma kick it off the hingeMake myself at home, invite all my friendsOpen up a brew or two, smoke some Cali greenOn my Carolina shit, Ev' do his Cali thang (it's poppin)I show him how we lean, he'll tell me how they rollWe made our own path homie, you stuck on the roadWit nowhere to go, and no way to moveAnd when they talk about the best, no way it's youIt might be Rapper Pooh, or my man HerutEv' or Scudda, but ain't you muh'fucker!It's just a metaphor, your favorite rapperIs a housecat, not a predatorI develop your appreciation for"How did you deserve?" Pure to the coreFrom the sun to the seafloor, oas back to B-MoreBig D spit C-4; might catch me wit a bitch name JanetOn the other side of the planet, cause that's how I planned itOutstanding, this LA banditRight-handed, and canned it, real dudes I stand with (sho')Pour out a lil' OD, R.I.PFor you I smoke tree, the kind that's green (yeah)For you I tell the little ones about your dreamsFor me the God architects for the seedsListen, uh, pencil me in as The Great Fat HopeYou heard right, my nigga I'm pure coke (uh)I've been a fiend for this rap thing since Ra was no jokeOn point like I shot it wit a scope (psssh!)I got it and it's dope, I gotta take this game by the throatH-O-J rollin wit Ev' man, take a toke (*inhales*)Chea, I'm that raw, no soapStay checkin niggas, no coatRapper gotta grind like he brokePut me in the game coach, and I swear I won't chokeA big game hunter, mag hemi ridin shotgunGettin blown in this California summerPoobie know stunna (stunna), move like a bossWhip it hard like +Ross+, throw it out to +The Runners+, I serve famTop dog from the LA fogTo this NC hog, everybody want a piece y'allUh, yeah, and I'm, on my hustle and flowGolden child, every beat touched turns to soulEvery week, make a new one just to watch it goUnderstandable smooth shit, I cop that dro (*inhales*)I got that clockwork - oh!(Oh) Chea! Ev's reinventedNo, 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 youDon't waste thinkin what a cat will do - or won'tThis shit'll take its tollThat'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 stoppinDon't get it twisted once we droppin - get it poppin!That's why it's "The Weatherman"Highly addictive, live in ya areaStill remain the clearest on your stereo.It's Evidence, love it or leave itJoe 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...
