The Weathermen - Chris Lighty lyrics
[The Weathermen - Chris Lighty lyrics]
It's like, one day I came
Home and I was like, "Mani
Was listening to the radio and
Shit" I was like
"Damn Camu we gotta do this shit"
I wrote a rhyme to a beat
Sipping a Sam Adams
Now everybody and they grandma know Atoms
Now everybody and they grandma know Atoms
Now niggas want war like Edwin Starr
But what is it good for?
(Absolutely nothing) i'm saying
Ice Ice Baby lost 18 zeros cause he was
(Absolutely fronting)
Cause fronting's been see through
Like Vin Diesel i'm in the back of club
Smacking up two people
I'm in the back with your
Girl trading sweet secrets
Rubbing on your honey and
Getting them tit's leaking
And if I'm too slick for niggas
Switch to triggers
Shoot me up with fifths of liquor
Help me out
When I'm out pitch hit's to niggas
And if the club is stuck or lame
Punk we heat it up
And if your girl say she stuck on brain
We eat it up cause 'Mu's been cracking
Since What's Happening?
How you gonna push the shit
Forward when your ass backwards?
Attitudes wanna change when the cash stack up
Shoot thangs when they attack
Using a black magnum
Listenniggasare you ready for fun?
How you gonna front in a house
When it's heavy with guns?
Chop up your body have
Your rolling with chunks, niggas
I wrote a rhyme to beat sipping a Pale Bass
Now everybody and they grandma knows Smash
Now everybody and they grandma knows Smash
Now niggas want war like Edwin Star
But what is it good for?
(Absolutely nothing) i'm saying
Ice Ice Baby lost 18 zeros cause he was
(Absolutely fronting)
You know my health is New York
But my elbows are Southern
Comfort spilled on my shirt
Change the pattern
MC's better eat they veggies
I'm Four times Fantastic
Unseen, rock hard and flexible
Plus my flesh is fire suitable
Yo, who you rocking for?
To the cats in the front who be acting ill
And the chicks in the back
With the skirts that peel haha
She's hoping for my index skill
Cause, I was backstage up in her Massengill
Niggas jerk all night looking
For skins to kill
Now we wake up with the Morning After pills
I think my tongue needs a dance floor
Cause my vernacular is like fancy movement
And if you ever test my crew
You might not live that long to dispute it
Put your money where your mouth is
I'll knock your teeth out
We don't play fair, yeah
That's the street route
What's the beef about? Life ain't that long
Niggas squeeze 'em out you put
It in a rap song
Home and I was like, "Mani
Was listening to the radio and
Shit" I was like
"Damn Camu we gotta do this shit"
I wrote a rhyme to a beat
Sipping a Sam Adams
Now everybody and they grandma know Atoms
Now everybody and they grandma know Atoms
Now niggas want war like Edwin Starr
But what is it good for?
(Absolutely nothing) i'm saying
Ice Ice Baby lost 18 zeros cause he was
(Absolutely fronting)
Cause fronting's been see through
Like Vin Diesel i'm in the back of club
Smacking up two people
I'm in the back with your
Girl trading sweet secrets
Rubbing on your honey and
Getting them tit's leaking
And if I'm too slick for niggas
Switch to triggers
Shoot me up with fifths of liquor
Help me out
When I'm out pitch hit's to niggas
And if the club is stuck or lame
Punk we heat it up
And if your girl say she stuck on brain
We eat it up cause 'Mu's been cracking
Since What's Happening?
How you gonna push the shit
Forward when your ass backwards?
Attitudes wanna change when the cash stack up
Shoot thangs when they attack
Using a black magnum
Listenniggasare you ready for fun?
How you gonna front in a house
When it's heavy with guns?
Chop up your body have
Your rolling with chunks, niggas
I wrote a rhyme to beat sipping a Pale Bass
Now everybody and they grandma knows Smash
Now everybody and they grandma knows Smash
Now niggas want war like Edwin Star
But what is it good for?
(Absolutely nothing) i'm saying
Ice Ice Baby lost 18 zeros cause he was
(Absolutely fronting)
You know my health is New York
But my elbows are Southern
Comfort spilled on my shirt
Change the pattern
MC's better eat they veggies
I'm Four times Fantastic
Unseen, rock hard and flexible
Plus my flesh is fire suitable
Yo, who you rocking for?
To the cats in the front who be acting ill
And the chicks in the back
With the skirts that peel haha
She's hoping for my index skill
Cause, I was backstage up in her Massengill
Niggas jerk all night looking
For skins to kill
Now we wake up with the Morning After pills
I think my tongue needs a dance floor
Cause my vernacular is like fancy movement
And if you ever test my crew
You might not live that long to dispute it
Put your money where your mouth is
I'll knock your teeth out
We don't play fair, yeah
That's the street route
What's the beef about? Life ain't that long
Niggas squeeze 'em out you put
It in a rap song