Chamillionaire - Here We Go Lyrics
[Intro]Here we go againThat's lifeOoh, ooh, ooh...alrightCan't you see that it's raining? (hol' up)Can't you see that it's pouring?They just wanna see rainfall (hol' up)They just hope that it's stormingI was gonna tell you when it rains it poursModer Nature's playing her partC'mon, I don't have a lot of time to tell you thisBut this is where we gon' start, hol' up[Verse 1]Teenager from the North side of townIt was a rainy day in Houston nowWasn't no hoopers out, just people that would loot your houseIn a city where they used to smile, you could lose your childThink back when I heard a rapI would listen to the words of Chad and Bun B"Have you heard of that?" is what I heard them askI never ever heard them laughUncle Ro was a street catHe was down with a Chi-town producer named Hurt-M-BaddHe did Hail Mary for 2PacWhen he spoke everybody listened to him like you heard the manI met them out Rap-A-Lot, I was droppin' of my partner CrimeAnd I was really young at the time, I wasn't even 'sposed to be thereHe asked me to come with him cause he knew I could rap some linesNo problem, on the way driving everybody else working on their day job, andDon't sell weight, no I ain't robbingI'mma keep going, told 'em that I ain't stoppingHad rhymes I was tryna bust, I guess I said something that was live enoughI had the type of vibe that these guys could trustAnd one said you should come out to the Chi with usCan't do, it took a little while to get coolThis relationship was brand new, but you know I had tooFast forward three months later, where do you think Cham flew?Touch down in a windy place, make a move to ChicagoWork for survival, Vice Lords and Disciples"Stay gangsta" was the motto, really, what do I know?Well, I learned real quick how to not dieDon't wear your ball cap to the wrong sideMatter fact, you don't wanna get the wrong vibeDon't wear the ball cap if you gon' rideIt's what he told me, and he was OGAnd when I listened to him I had did it closelyIt was cold so he brought me a coogiAnd matter fact he never told me "you owe me"Think about it that was cool as hellAnd I was try'na rap, tryna do it wellHe had that type of hustle that included scalesThe type of hustle that could put a dude in jailI slept on his couch, I had said my prayerLike, "why the hell did I move way out here?"How did I get this great idea?"Three months later I disappea...
