Chamillionaire - Here We Go Again 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 stormingThey always gonna tell you when it rains it poursMother Nature's crying insideI know I didn't tell you the entire storyBut let me finish what happened that night[Verse 1]I was chilling with Frank Thomas the baseball playerYou know the the one that played for the White SoxUncle Ro and Hurt M Badd is how I hooked up with himThought he could put us in the right spotsLet me connect the dots...On the Chi block, had two Cartier rings that was iced outA secretary named Lorraine that was quite hotTold me to meet him at the studio, 5 O'clockTry'na get to the studio, picked up in a limoI recorded a demo, and you know my MOH-town slow it way down, here I picked up the tempoThought it was a Benzo, but he wasn't in a BenzoI hopped out the car and Frank saw meIn a parking lot in his FerrariHe opened the door and the leather was looking GodlyReal talk, could've cost a millHe was back from New York, he had shopped a dealHe met with them talked about my appealAll the labels were talking but not for realWell I think you're wise, and at least ya triedAt least we know that they'll see you riseAt least you're floating on decent tiresI'm headed home but don't be surprisedThat's where I be if they want meThey pro'lly don't but just call meGave me a couple of stacksBecause he knew I was headed right back to the hood, I think it scarred meThen I got on the plane, headed back to Houston like it's part of the gameGave the money to my mother and she couldn't complainThen I headed to the Swishahouse and started a flameEverything started moving upAfter high school we was cool enoughI'm like this ain't got nothin' to do with luckI watched Slim and Braceface candy blue a truckThe 312 What I got to dialI called Hurt 'Em Bad like, "we got a lot to smile....about Hurt, we can make a profit nowI need beats because we're about to put an album out"That conversation wasn't friendlyThought he had some beats that he could lend meBut he told me that they have a price tagAnd a beat from him would cost 10 G'sThat's when my heart turned emptyI wasn't trying to get them free but didn't think that you would rob meI recorded all them songs for you and never asked you for a dollarNow you tryna charge me? *click*On the window pane we can all see the rainSomebody gotta let me know what part of the game is thisWait, now I got a call from Lorraine, "Hello?"What's up, she's no longer working with Frank at allAnd told me the reason she made the callIs to tell what really happened with the major talk"They liked you Cham and they said you're rawThey liked your music but hated all the rest of the artistHe told them, nah, you wanna sign him? Gotta pay us all"I knew that I wasn't ever signed to herI knew that I wasn't ever signed to FrankAnd Frank, he already had a lot of bankI'm never letting anyone decide my fateWho knew that I would do what I do?Who knew that Michael Watts would try to screw what he screwWho knew that Ron C was good at screwin' it too?And how can anybody act like they had a clue?We wasn't sittin' by a stewardessYou wasn't riding on the tour bus, and it was more than a few of usI couldn't tell you where the jeweler was, but I could tell you where the sewer was, labels were was suing usSwitch back to Chicago, where everybody duck 5-0 and pimps ride fly thoughThey say "in God we trust", but keep a weapon in the BibleHe said "what it look like Joe?"He was puffing on a green leafIn a foreign with the cream seats, matter of fact it was blackHe was in the streets knee deep, now he the manager for Chief KeefWait, that's Uncle Ro, the one who used to take me to the studioThe one that used to tag everything we droveWe both somehow made some major dough -- woahFast-forward [?] with the curryCould have sold out to the change in a hurryI wouldn't have an AMG Benz at thirtyI probably would'a never ever made Ridin' DirtyAnd now they wanna see my reign fall?And now they wanna see my name fall?And now they tell me that I can't ball?Tell me what, is you a lame dawg?Don't you realise I made y'all?Promise I'mma take offAll they do is pretendThey never really care how many times that you winCan't do it nine times if you ain't doing it tenChamillionaire, where have you been?Here we go again[Verse 2]Came from the gutter, but I made it outThe young CEO with major cloutIt's like a major boutThey try to tell me that I'm fading outUntil I uppercut, swing and POW!Bet that erase the doubtI can hear you haters talking slickBut why'd you pick the Houston 2PacalypseGet off my tipBut let me give you all a tipI never liked yall, I think you all should quitYou not as rich and plus you're the type of prick to send a girl a text message with a topless picYou talking slick, but really you ain't copped them whipsThe only time you shop is when you PhotoShop your dickI park my whip, I might let you cop a flickSee, I can spit, you rap, but you're not as sickShe's not as thick, your girlfriend is not a chickYour whole life's a catfish and you do not existHaha
