[Intro]
(Owners Manual)
(Shit you don’t get til you get it)
La-da-da

[Verse 1]
Cop that, n***as mad, oops, my bad
Reached in the bag, spent a few racks
Look at that, Canal Street Confidential, put em' on the map
Getting to where the real ones felt he should've been at
Nothing changed still the same rizzaps
Chevrolets making big plays for the skrizzaps
In this bitch, lit like a match, my homie got the pack
And I wanna say his name, but I'm so not a rat
Can't mention my n***as in my lyrics, cause they really dealing
And the feds really be hearing
Increasing the locked-up rate
Police is on the internet downloadin’ mixtapes
Tryna get tips, homie, I'm tryna get rich
These is audio bricks, you gotta use your nose to sniff
Smellin’ like rain coming
Musical cocaine, got her pain numbing

[Hook]
Came thru like a tornado
Came thru like a hurricane
Came thru like a earthquake
Weatherman, whatchu say
Looking like...said it's looking like rain
(Audio cocaine)
[Verse 2]
Umbrella in the door jam, got gadgets like Batman
Money on mind
We don't need a CAT scan, to figure out that man
I came for the money, put it right in front me
Don’t try nuttin’ funny, crash test dummy
Or you'll see, you dealing with more than me
But thats a whole nother story
Looks like its about to start storming
Weatherman, whatchu say?

[Hook]
Came thru like a hurricane
Came thru like a—
Came thru like a tornado (Tornado)
Weatherman, whatchu say (Whatchu say)
(Said, it's looking like rain)
(Audio cocaine)
Watchu say