Weather Man
This is a brand new hip-hop mix straight from the streets
Street single smash
Hot 97 bringing it to ya
We all go through a lot of difficult things
Just remember that
Damn
Uh-huh
Call me Weather Man, I'm wherever man
It's so hard trying to keep some cash in
Now I'm sending ice out of all directions
Why this world gotta work like this?
Call me Weather Man, I'm wherever man
It's so hard trying to keep some cash in
Now I'm sending ice out of all directions
Why this world gotta work like this?
Call me Weather Man, I'm wherever man
It's so hard trying to keep some cash in
I'm sending ice out of all directions
Why this world gotta be like this?
Ridin' down the PCH, sipping on some PCP
Rhyming that's a piece of cake, so I'll always eat for free
Say the game in need of me, cause I don't even need a beat
Say I mean a lot to rap, but that don't mean a thing to me
Rather grow old, get a place out in the forest
On the porch of my cabin, smoking dope, eating porridge
Ounce of the snow coming down on the road
White skin like Jack Frost, got your bitch cold
Let it go
Every night I'm dying slow
Eyes never closed cause you never, never know
What
(Coming down on the road)
Street single smash
Hot 97 bringing it to ya
We all go through a lot of difficult things
Just remember that
Damn
Uh-huh
Call me Weather Man, I'm wherever man
It's so hard trying to keep some cash in
Now I'm sending ice out of all directions
Why this world gotta work like this?
Call me Weather Man, I'm wherever man
It's so hard trying to keep some cash in
Now I'm sending ice out of all directions
Why this world gotta work like this?
Call me Weather Man, I'm wherever man
It's so hard trying to keep some cash in
I'm sending ice out of all directions
Why this world gotta be like this?
Ridin' down the PCH, sipping on some PCP
Rhyming that's a piece of cake, so I'll always eat for free
Say the game in need of me, cause I don't even need a beat
Say I mean a lot to rap, but that don't mean a thing to me
Rather grow old, get a place out in the forest
On the porch of my cabin, smoking dope, eating porridge
Ounce of the snow coming down on the road
White skin like Jack Frost, got your bitch cold
Let it go
Every night I'm dying slow
Eyes never closed cause you never, never know
What
(Coming down on the road)
Credits
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Xavier Andrew Beard
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.