Artist: Chamillionaire Album: Reignfall EP Song: Here We Go Again Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Chamillionaire] Here we go again That's liiiife Ooh, ooh, ooh, alright Can't you see that it's rainin? (hol' up) Can't you see that it's pourin? They just wanna see rainfall (hol' up) They just hope that it's stormin They, always gonna tell you when it rains it pours Mother Nature's cryin inside I know I didn't tell you the entire story But let me finish what happened that night I was chillin with Frank Thomas the baseball player You know the the one that played for the White Sox Uncle Ro and Hurt-M-Badd is how I hooked up with him Thought he could put us in the right spots Let me connect the dots, on the Chi block Had two Cartier rings that was iced out A secretary named Lorraine that was quite hot Told me meet him at the studio, 5 o'clock Tryin to get to the studio Picked up in a limo, I recorded a demo And you know my M.O. H-Town slow it way down, here I picked up the tempo Thought it was a Benz-o, but he wasn't in a Benz-o I hopped out the car and Frank saw me In a parking lot in his Ferrari He opened the door and the leather was lookin Godly Real talk, could've cost a mil' He was back from New York, he had shopped a deal He met with 'em, talked about my appeal All the labels were talkin but not for real Well I think you're wise, and at least ya tried At least we know that they'll see you rise At least you're floatin on decent tires I'm headed home but don't be surprised That's where I'll be if they want me They probably don't but just call me Gave me a couple of stacks because he knew I was headed right back to the hood, I think it scarred me Then I got on the plane Headed back to Houston like it's part of the game Gave the money to my mother and she couldn't complain Then I headed to the Swishahouse and started a flame Everything started movin up After high school we was cool enough I'm like this ain't got nothin to do with luck I watched Slim and Braceface candy blue a truck The 3-1-2 what I got to dial I called Hurt-M-Badd like, "We got a lot to smile about Hurt, we can make a profit now I need beats cause we 'bout to put an album out" That conversation wasn't friendly Thought he had some beats that he could lend me But he told me that they have a price tag And a beat from him would cost 10 G's That's when my heart turned empty "I wasn't tryin to get 'em free but didn't think that you would rob me I recorded all them songs for you and never asked you for a dollar Now you gonna try to charge me?!" Click! {*dial tone*} On the window pane we can all see the rain Somebody gotta let me know what part of the game is this, wait, now I got a call from Lorraine "Hello?" {*phone rings*} "What's up?" She's no longer workin with Frank at all And told me the reason she made the call is to tell what really happened with the major talk "They liked you Cham and they said you're raw They liked your music but hated all the rest of the artist, he told them 'Nah You wanna sign him? Gotta pay us all'" I knew that I wasn't ever signed to Hurt I knew that I wasn't ever signed to Frank And Frank, he already had a lot of bank I'm never lettin anyone decide my fate Who knew that I would do what I do? Who knew that Michael Watts tried to screw what he screw Who knew that Ron C was good at screwin it too? And how can anybody act like they had a clue? True We wasn't sittin by a stewardess You wasn't ridin on the tour bus, and it was more than a few of us I couldn't tell you where the jeweler was But I could tell you where the sewer was Labels was pursuin us, switch back to Chicago Where everybody duck five-oh And pimps ride fly though They say "In God we trust" but keep a weapon in the Bible He said "What it look like Joe?" He was puffin on a green leaf In the foreign with the cream seats Matter of fact it was black, he was in the streets knee-deep Now he the manager for Chief Keef ... Wait, that's Uncle Ro! The one who used to take me to the studio The one that used to tag everything we drove We both somehow made some major dough, whoa Fast-forward, the man with the curry We could've sold out to the change in a hurry I wouldn't have an AMG Benz at 30 I probably woulda never ever made "Ridin' Dirty" And 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 realize I MADE Y'ALL? Promise I'ma take off, all they do is pretend! They never really care how many times that you win Can't do it nine times if you ain't doin it ten "Chamillionaire, where have you been?" Here we go again... Came from the gutter but I made it out The young CEO with major clout, it's like a major bout They try to tell me that I'm fadin out Until I uppercut swing and POW! Bet that erase the doubt I can hear you haters talkin slick But why'd you pick the Houston +2Pacalypse+? Get off my tip, but let me give you all a tip I never liked y'all, I think you all should quit~! You're not as rich and plus you the type of prick to send a girl a text message with a topless pic You're talkin slick but really you ain't copped them whips The only time you shop is when you PhotoShop your dick I park my whip, I might let you cop a flick See I can spit, you rap but you're not as sick She's not as thick, your girlfriend is not a chick Your whole life's a catfish and you do not exist! Haha