- Chris Webby What I Do 歌詞
- Chris Webby
- Straight chuggin on the 40 ounce, brain cells fry
Like a clamb strip all day get high
Never ending story felt course stay fly
My moms a math teacher so
I gotta multiply
Not a mathematician myself so
I rideAt my 98
Altima parked outside
Hustle and mixtapes
Im tryna get by
Double U E double
B follow with a
YMothaf*cka thats me and
I be so cool
To be on my level you gonna need a step-stool
Always been a troublemaker gotta break rules
Breaking every law till they kick me out of school
So amped up youd think
Im chuggin jet fuel
Chasing a bottle of moon shine with an
ODoulesNo more rules let me call up
Billy Madison
And have em slippin on banana peels if they challenge him
Im bafflin any competitor with what
Im rappin and
The futures lookin bright
I think Im staring at a halogen
Born in 88
I got it tatted on my abdomen
Product of the 90s, everyday practicin
Then it started happenin, turned into a beast
Full bred pit with a little
MaltiseWoof, slaughter any track
I seeYouve now been warned, youd better hide your beats[Hook]
Ima never give a f*ck about you
Im just doing what
I doMurder any beat
I put my mind too
Thought you knew thats what
I doRappin on the mike till my face turns blue
Through and through thats what
I doThats what
I doStop sleeping over there man pass the blunt
L ride around town and be back for lunch
Got a full plate of beats and some
Captain Crunch
Me on the mike only lost a battle once
Everybody else, murked em
Cooked it up, served em
Pen in hand
I got the dexterity of a surgeon
Freestyles burn em, written rhymes flawless
Like the names of every
Mutant Ninja
Turtle, Im an artist
B*tch, nobody stoppin what
Im sayin
Lyrical display gon shock em like
RaidenEveryday ragin, show me where the partys at
Where the b*tches where the broads where the hotties at?
Where the liquor where the bud, where the
Marley at?
Where the stage
Im bouta give the crowd a heart attack
Lifes short so you know
I gotta live it up
Brim low dutch rolled
Ima never give a f*ck[Hook]
All I gots my word and my balls just a nerve with a cause
Livin life like a video game so press pause
Double tap
X with a shot to the brain
Back back square hit em with the scorpion chain
So get over here b*tch ill kick em like
Liu KangAnd fatality anybody who shits on my name
Its that tatted up tyrant, heatin up the climate
Pissing on these haters like puppies on fire hydrants
Its that motherf*ckin
Optimus Rhyme full bottle of pills
Blunted with a bottle of wine
Fully transform bout to take over the game soon
Aint no mothaf*cka
Im afraid to bring the flame to
Got em rotisserie while
I be smokin piffery
Making words connect like letterswritten in calligraphy
Not a person here stepping in my shoes
Cause see
Webbys back and this is what
I do[Hook]
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