nc to ca

Lyrics

four kings. big slap music, from la to nc, around the globe, the weatherman predict it, shhhh, uh, rain!, you can act like the best, but you nowhere near it, you can talk a lotta shit, but we ain't tryin to hear it, no!, ya boy joe back on it, i'm back at it, the same shit that scared you, i laughed at it, and i'on't need a gun to take a shot, you woulda thought i had a shank the way i go and take a stab at it, and i'on't let a door open with'out walkin thru it, so if it close on me, it's while i'm walkin to it, so when i get there i'mma kick it off the hinge, make myself at home, invite all my friends, open up a brew or two, smoke some cali green, on my carolina shit, ev' do his cali thang, i show him how we lean, he'll tell me how they roll, we made our own path homie, you stuck on the road, with nowhere to go, and no way to move, and when they talk about the best, no way it's you, it might be rapper pooh, or my man herut, ev' or scudda, but ain't you muh'fucker!, it's just a metaphor, your favorite rapper, is a housecat, not a predator, i develop your appreciation for, "how did you deserve?" pure to the core, from the sun to the seafloor, overseas back to b-more, big d spit c-4; might catch me with a bitch name janet, on the other side of the planet, cause that's how i planned it, outstanding, this la bandit, right-handed, and canned it, real dudes i stand with, pour out a lil' od, r.i.p, for you i smoke tree, the kind that's green, for you i tell the little ones about your dreams, for me the god architects for the seeds, you can act like the best, but you nowhere near it, you can talk a lotta shit, but we ain't tryin to hear it, no!, listen, uh, pencil me in as the great fat hope, you heard right, my nigga i'm pure coke, i've been a fiend for this rap thing since ra was no joke, on point like i shot it with a scope, i got it and it's dope, i gotta take this game by the throat, h-o-j rollin with ev' man, take a toke, chea, i'm that raw, no soap, stay checkin niggas, no coat, rapper gotta grind like he broke, put me in the game coach, and i swear i won't choke, a big game hunter, mag hemi ridin shotgun, gettin blown in this california summer, poobie know stunna, move like a boss, whip it hard like "ross", throw it out to "the runners", i serve fam, top dog from the la fog, to this nc hog, everybody want a piece y'all, you can act like the best, but you nowhere near it, you can talk a lotta shit, but we ain't tryin to hear it, no!, uh, yeah, and i'm, on my hustle and flow, golden child, every beat touched turns to soul, every week, make a new one just to watch it go, understandable smooth shit, i cop that dro, i got that clockwork - oh!, chea! ev's reinvented, no, ev's said some shit, ev never heard it befo', i'm not cut from a different cloth among cut, like with joe, pooh, and big dho, it's the real truth, don't make it strong it might kill you, don't waste thinkin what a cat will do - or won't, this shit'll take its toll, that's why i fuck with key players not actors playin roles, i guess that's how the game go, oh no, still grindin it's been seven days, same clothes, been cookin up til it's done and ain't stoppin, don't get it twisted once we droppin - get it poppin!, you can act like the best, but you nowhere near it, you can talk a lotta shit, but we ain't tryin to hear it, no!, that's why it's "the weatherman", highly addictive, live in ya area, still remain the clearest on your stereo. it's evidence, love it or leave it, joe scudda, rapper pooh, defari, 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.