Weather Man
This is a brand new (Uh-huh)
Hip-hop mix straight from the streets
Street single smash, hot 97 (Damn)
Bringing it to ya
We all go through a lot of difficult things
Just remember that
Damn
Uh-huh
Ah, ha
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, what
Coming down on the road
Hip-hop mix straight from the streets
Street single smash, hot 97 (Damn)
Bringing it to ya
We all go through a lot of difficult things
Just remember that
Damn
Uh-huh
Ah, ha
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, what
Coming down on the road
Credits
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Xavier Andrew Beard
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