House Party Cypher (Interlude) lyrics - Chris Webby

[BarsTaLoan:]
Flying in the car, looking like a star, just like a galaxy
Go so hard like a callus be, uh
Burning more things than calories

[KID:] I see you homie, I see you. Working, huh?

[BarsTaLoan:] You feel me? You see me right? I got bars kid, that's what I do

[KID:] Word? That’s what’s up man

[KID:] Hold up, you heard of Chris Webby though?

[BarsTaLoan:] Chris Webby? Man I ain’t worried about Chris Webby, man, I told you. I’m the illest out here in CT, I’m not worried bout no motherfucking ninja turtles, fuck a Mario man, this motherfucker looks like motherfucking Rob Dyrdek and shit, fuck that dude

[KID:] Funny story, he’s here right now!

[BarsTaLoan:] Oh word, like here? At this party?

[KID:] Ayo Web!

[BarsTaLoan:] Nah nah nah it’s cool....

[KID:] Web!

[BarsTaLoan:] Yo chill, chill, chill, chill…

[KID:] Come check this dude out, this dude is crazy

[BarsTaLoan:] Yo man, BarsTaLoan that’s my name. Introduce me as BarsTaLoan, please

[KID:] Fuck outta here. Ayo Web! Yo get your hands off that bitch

[WEBBY:] What!?

[BarsTaLoan:] Yo he’s busy man just leave him alone, c' mon man

WEBBY: Fucking fine, alright listen baby, you just stay right there for like 5 minutes, I swear to God I’ll be right back. (to kid) What do you want? What the fuck is up?

[KID:] This dude is talking mad shit, show him what the fuck time it is

[WEBBY (sighs):] Alright. Yo Kenny! Kenny!

[BarsTaLoan:] Who the fuck is Kenny…

[WEBBY:] Get over here real quick, man, we need a beat box, man

[KENNY:] Right now?

[WEBBY:] C’mere man, just come over here man

[KENNY:] Alright, alright I’m coming

[WEBBY:] Ayo everybody keep it down for a second

[BarsTaLoan:] No no no keep partying, y’all keep going

[WEBBY:] Gotta do a little rap thing, ya know? You ready?

[BarsTaLoan:] No

[KENNY (in robot voice):] I’m ready

[BarsTaLoan:] What the fuck is that?

[Freestyle: Chris Webby]
Yo, it’s Chris Webby
At this party and shit, motherfucker wants me to rap
I’m about to open an abortion clinic right next to your local church
And go to narcotics anonymous hustling coke and percs
I’m just trying to piss you off, I really hope it works
Go berzerk, I got a dirty mouth, I’ll never hold a curse
Jerking off until my motherfucking shoulder hurts
Even if she vegan she gon swallow when my boner squirts
Help an older lady across the road, “hey can I hold your purse?”
Then kick her in front of a moving bus, “oh no, she’s hurt!”
Shit I’m pretty sure she’s dead but you can check yourself
While I run her wallet and spend all the money at Taco Bell
Anyone this deranged should surely be locked in jail
I’m on the grind but off the rails like an Eric Koston fail
I hit it rapid fire, try to pull out of a vaginal cavity
But busted while I was half inside her
Then I woke up in the morning and had a reminder
That she's getting plan B for breakfast with an apple cider
Someone pass the lighter, I need some weed to breathe in
He’s a demon, dirty mind, sneaky heathen
I don’t need a reason
I’m creeping up like sex offenders with binoculars on a beach in bikini season
You won’t see me leaving, I’m running through that
Stomp you to death then throw my Nike’s back on the shoe rack
Huh I’ma do that, why bother tryna bleach the blood stains out?
Somebody told me orange is the new black
So I scrub my white T til it turns the color copper
And use some Tide detergent and throw it up in the washer
I swear that I'm crazy though, shit you can ask my doctor
Psych, I’m off my rocker like an active grandfather, motherfucker

[WEBBY:] Your turn, bro

[BarsTaLoan:] I actually gotta save my voice for my open mic tomorrow, bro

[KID:] Oh man, get this coward out of here please. Please get this coward out of here...

[WEBBY:] Oh yeah? That’s cool bro. Seriously. (to party) Who wants to get back to drinking?!?!

Let's Do It Again lyrics - Chris Webby

[Verse 1:]
I've had some of my best times chillin' at the bar yo
Doing stupid shit, that I won't remember tomorrow
Waking up confused, still wearing my shoes
Thinking back like ''Yoo What the fuck did I do?!''
Nights like this started with a pre-game
Give me an auxiliary chord, now I'm the DJ
Playing what I wanna hear, none of the Pop shit
Give me the Big L, Wu Tang and Pac shit
Drinking till I'm buzzing like my phone's on vibrate
Taking another shot just to clear my mind state
Now I'm feeling good, never any less
So I'd like to welcome you to Project X
Yeah yeah yeahh
All you need is that 5 dollars for a cup and you can party 'till the sun comes up

[Bridge:]
12am: On the way to the house
5am: We'll be kicking y'all out
6am: We'll be falling asleep
By 10pm It's on me to do it again

[Hook:]
Let's do it again
Let's do it again
Let's do it, Let's do it, Let's do it again
Let's do it again
Let's do it again
Let's do it, Let's do it, Let's do it again

[Verse 2:]
And I don't wanna push my luck
Cause I'm already so drunk
I just threw my dinner up (But fuck it)
I've been trained to be a weekend warrior
So the puke and rally move is in my wheelhouse, of course sir
Living on the border
There is no other option
Even if the memories we make are all forgotten
I'll be sipping my concoction
I'm mid twenties, drinking like I'm 18 back in high school
Is that a problem?
Na man, this is not a race
Imma have my fun now
And mature at my own pace
Cause for years I've been living this exact same way
I'm like Bill Murray in Groundhogs' day

[Bridge]

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
It's getting late now, late as the night can
Girl under my left arm, bottle in my right hand
Everybody's drunk now, most of them are passed out
Reach into my back pocket and pull a bag out
Then finally the herb come around
Blunt ride back and burn the fuck down
Getting so high, that my contacts dry
Put the visine in my eyes
So go and live your lives, we'll only get to do it once
Have some fun with it yo
Everybody loosing up, go and do some stupid stuff
Isn't that what's life about?
Man I'm having fun and if you're not, then you should try it out

[Bridge]

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Hook]

Turnt Up lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Dizzy Wright)

[Intro: Dizzy Wright]
Like nah nah nah
Nah nah nah, nah nah nah
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah, nah nah nah

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
C Web in the booth and I speak it real
Got another beat to kill
And I be roasting motherfuckers
Rest In Peace Patrice O'Neil
Roll up another blunt
Now how that Diesel feel?
Got me swerving man
Who the fuck gave me the wheel?
Who the fuck gave me these pills?
Now I'm off in another dimension
In need of an intervention
Cause these drugs are too fucking expensive
But I'm feeling terrific dude
Banging these broads with no fucking protection
Yeah, what were you saying babe?
I wasn't paying any fucking attention
Rumbling engine, rolling up in my Camaro and cruise
Living it like a pirate man
Always got me a barrel of booze
Skipping the food
Go right for the tiramisu
Sippin' and rippin' the bubbler
Puffing until I can barely move
Lay back and then stare at the moon, ooh
Bippidy bobbidy boo
Webby be rippin' it properly too
Hipping and hopping and rambling shit
Cause these pills I've been popping have got me confused
Screwed up, burn it down
Light it up, pass it around
I'm a bad boy bitch
You didn't know? You know it now

[Hook:]
We just doin' what we doin', and we'll never give a fuck
Put some liquor in my bottle and some ganja rolled up
We just livin' like whatever and we'll never have enough
Bout to get this motherfucker turned up (turned up)

Like nah nah nah
Nah nah nah, nah nah nah
Nah nah nah
Nah nah nah, nah nah nah

[Verse 2: Dizzy Wright]
I'm not the one you want a problem with
Positive, you better follow it
Swear I'm ready for whatever standing in front of my mirror
Supporting my confidence
A little weed, you could throw it on top of this
We get it poppin', yo bitch gettin' topless
Now that you know, niggas adopting the flow
Niggas can't stop this shit
The problem is we won't acknowledge it
But me and Webby (I wanna get that)
If that nigga wanna get mad, sit up and get up
And fuck that (get that)
Now I'm playing like a kid on the black top
Got the juice with a flat top
You got a flat face
Bad boy, it's a bad day
Look at me sideways, and I'mma hit you with a uppercut
Too cold, better bundle up
Huddle up cause we comin' up
Turnt up, finna fuck it up
I guarantee that the crowd go crazy
When I hit the stage, you could bet a hunnit bucks
Boy we out here grindin'
Smoking the finest, getting the highest
Getting the mommas, you know when I'm coming
Just smell for the ganja
Vegas; soldierz, takin' over
Traveling and taking shots
Tattoo shops, don't forget the place to rock
I need a nasty girl to taste the cock
In the office, running all over these niggas
Like bitches, you niggas is softer than niggas
That just got to prison, this Project X shit is real
Somebody pass the god damn liquor

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Chris Webby]
That rap phenomenon
Inked up, looking like Comic Con, Rasta mon
H.A.M. on the mic, no Ramadan
Go on and on, and leave with a soccer mom
Cause I kill that beat
Roll one up in that Swisher Sweet
Sticky green, sticky green
With orange hairs, like Pete and Pete
Flowing double time when I freak the beat
Holding up mine when I hit the street
Burn so much, I be high for weeks
Spit it so dirty, I need new sheets
My grinder's full, and I ain't talkin turkey, cheese
I'm talking AK47, Purple Kush and Sour D
Put it in the bowl, I'll get a dutchie rolled
Sprinkle some keef on it, and then away we go
Get in the flow, lighting up heady to dro
Partying on, got that confetti to throw
Killing the spot from the moment
That Webby'll step in the door
Hit some shit, got my pencil gripped
Instrumental ripped, living life
Above the law, and way under the influence
Getting mine while the price high
What can I say? I'm pretty fly for a white guy

[Hook]

Brim Low lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Smokahantas)

Yeah, ya know
It's Chris Webby, uh (brim low)

[Chorus:]
When we rollin' in the whip after rollin' up a piff
And we all gon' get in free
Then I fill myself a cup, lean back with a dutch
Burn it down till it's hard to see
I'm a keep my brim low low low low low low low low
And ain't nobody gon' be botherin' me, no one botherin' me
So I'm a keep my brim low

[Verse 1:]
I keep my brim low, nobody's seein' me
I got a dutch rolled full of that greenery
Hoppin' out the scenery and spittin' the best
So hot you'll melt like the wicked witch of the west, yes
And now we rollin' up a fat one
Joint papers up in the wallet I always have one
Keef on the bowl pack, we gettin' high now
Brim low, pull the fitted to my eyebrows
Draggin' on a dutchie, I'm in my own zone
O-Z of Sour D and that homegrown
I don't fuck with no middies, just that headies
Twist it in a blizzie, now we gettin' dizzy
Crack open a fourty
Then roll yourself another we gon' party till the mornin'
That's how we get it goin'
Chris Webby number one supporter of that THC
My veins run green from all this weed
I'm so damn high I can barely even see
But I'm still burnin', take another pull
Wash down an Adderall with a Red Bull
Now I got my energy and I'm still blasted
Marijuana makes life so fantastic
It's more than a habit, it is an addiction
Can't imagine one day when I'm not twistin'
Brain moves slow, but I don't care
Everything blunt's worth it, nothing else compares
Mary Jane you are my baby, I'll take you as my lady
Until you take that last brain cell and I go crazy
Everything I been through, ain't know what to do
My first resort was turnin' to you, and now I'm burnin' with you
Go n' roll them windows up, now puff puff pass that lovely dutch

[Chorus:]
When we rollin' in the whip after rollin' up a piff
And we all gon' get in free
Then I fill myself a cup, lean back with a dutch
Burn it down till it's hard to see
I'm a keep my brim low low low low low low low low
And ain't nobody gon' be botherin' me, no one botherin' me
So I'm a keep my brim low

Keep my brim low
I'm a keep my brim low
I'm a keep my brim low
I'm a keep my brim low (low low low low)
I'm a keep my brim low (low low low low)
I'm a keep my brim low (low low low low)
I'm a keep my brim low (low low low low low low low low)

[Chorus:]
When we rollin' in the whip after rollin' up a piff
And we all gon' get in free
Then I fill myself a cup, lean back with a dutch
Burn it down till it's hard to see
I'm a keep my brim low low low low low low low low
And ain't nobody gon' be botherin' me, no one botherin' me
So I'm a keep my brim low

Blunt Ride Cypher (Interlude) lyrics - Chris Webby

[Freestyle:]
It’s Chris Webby, getting high as fuck right now
I’m hella sick, and no one knows what I’m infected with
So hi it’s nice to meet you
I’m the guy your girl been texting with
Evil rap nemesis, lighting up that heady shit
That’s potent as the poison in a fucking box jellyfish
In a box Chevy with the soldiers in my fellowship
Legolas and Aragorn cruising through Connecticut
Leave behind a trail of empty bottles and jealous chicks
Throw around bread, I’m on my Hansel and Gretel shit
A psychopath on a path of destruction
Popping Xanax til I’m seeing black
I better pass the Dutch Master I’m puffing
The first up the the mic but the last to the function
Stumbling drunk with a busty chick with a passion for sucking
East Coast, we don’t borrow your swagger for nothing
We’d rather start a battle instead of having a discussion
So pass it back to me, cousin
Shit I’m so nice I could spit this shit right here backwards in Russian!

No sound like the one I got
They can hear it anytime I rock
Cause all I got’s my balls and my word
And this baggie full of herb
And I’m coming for that #1 spot

I’ve always been a loose cannon
They say I rolled off of a pirate ship
High as shit, Bobby Costas, look how red my eyes’ll get
I’m out in Sochi, 720 to a flying split
And land all up in that vagina bitch, huh
See I be showing them what I can do with this shit
Yo what you think I was new to this shit?
Got a beautiful chick in the passenger seat
Giving head to me while I maneuver the whip
Vroom, rhyme book staying fucking full
Chemically Imbalanced, and fully fucking disfunctional

R.A.D. (Roll A Doobie) lyrics - Chris Webby

[Verse 1:]
Listen I’m just here to kick it regardless of if you’re with
Regardless of the critics getting all up in my business
Regardless of the fact that getting here took me a minute
In this game of life, chilling with my stand-by ticket
Goddamn I did it, I built the stage to get my voice heard on
And it’s real to say
Shit I’m still a normal dude, got bills to pay
And if tomorrow’s not promised I’ma chill today
Cause like you we all bleed red, we all human
We all just tryna navigate our way through the confusion
We all just want a piece of the pie
I’m staying zooted while I’m waiting
Let me roll up a doobie and keep it moving
I got a few chinks in my armor, too
Never used to see the world, now I’m starting to
And I’m just reaching for the motherfucking stars like you
Without a joint that shit’s hard to do
So I tell em that....

[Hook:]
We all gonna die one day, so what?
But while I’m kicking I’ma have my middle fingers up
Yelling “fuck you”
Cause when life gets tough I shrug it off and keep it moving
Roll a doobie and puff
And we all got bills to pay, so what?
But while I’m in the green I’ll have my middle fingers up
Yelling “fuck you”
And when shit gets rough I’ll shrug it off and keep it moving
Roll a doobie and puff
I’ll roll a doobie and puff, I’ll roll a doobie and puff
Chilling, baking out my Chevy with my crew in the cut
I’ll roll a doobie and puff, I’ll roll a doobie and puff
Shrug it off and keep it moving
Roll a doobie and puff

[Verse 2:]
I’m just out here tryna function
Bobbing and weaving through the percussion
While I’m puffing on a magic dragon daily like it’s nothing
As I watch my competition and proceed to one-up em
And if they don’t like what I’m doing then, man, fuck em
And if they ain’t been down since jump I can’t trust em
Ever since my friend ratted on me and I ended up cuffed
In the back of an undercover whip
Cause my homie couldn’t help but run his lip
As soon as the fan was hit with some fucking shit
But that’s life and I’ve learned how to choose my friends better
Learned how to master my craft and be a trendsetter
Learned how to get knocked down
Learned how to get back up
I learned how to rock these crowds
Learned to accept that what’s...
...going on is a blessing beyond a logical fact
I don’t know if God is real but someone’s watching my back
Maybe it’s my boy Nick, we still miss you cuz
Next joint’s for you, now roll up

[Hook]

[Bridge x2:]
I’m gonna take a puff
Then I’ma blow it out
I’m gonna roll it up
And then I’ma burn it down

[Hook]

Chemically Imbalanced lyrics - Chris Webby

[Verse 1:]
I'm on the edge, one step and I'll be over
Unless I take those 12 steps, aimed at gettin sober
That's the shit I told myself I'll handle when I'm older
And now I'm older and still got this devil on my shoulder
Bottle up my problems, like prescriptions I'm poppin
All the liquor that I find myself drinkin so often
Now these cards are dealt, told myself I don't need help
Numb myself to everything, and keep on runnin from myself

[Hook:]
Let's drink away the pain
Let's make another toast
Let's smoke another blunt
Until it's just a roach
And pop another pill
And drop another dose
I haven't lost it yet
But now I'm coming close

I'm just chemically imbalanced (On that shit)
I'm just chemically imbalanced (Lost my grip)
I'm just chemically imbalanced (One way trip)
And now it's too late for turnin back [x5]

[Verse 2:]
Left here to battle this addictive personality
That's got me living in this alternate reality
Losing touch with what is real ever so gradually
Cause at this point I need these chemicals to balance me
It's like I'm following a blueprint that the devil made
Since I first took my Ritalin in the 7th grade
The doctor gave me 60 milligrams, just a kid
Barely weighed a buck, it's like they used me as their guinea pig
Crazy teen, medicated ADD
Doctor said take only 1, but you know I was taking 3
Blazin tree and skippin class, getting drunk and missin math
Bangin chicks without a rubber, crushin pills up on the desk
Chemically imbalanced in this motherfucker, startin shit
Still I was a smart kid, got myself a scholarship
Private schools with it, button-downs with the dockers
And the JanSport full of weed stuffed into my locker

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
See I was blacking out weekly, livin on repeat
Still in highschool but the teachers could never reach me
Always was the fuck up with a chip on my shoulder
And a pocket full of anything to keep me from sober
See I was livin like there's no tomorrow
Chewin on a xany bar, rollin up the window smokin blunts up in family car
Bottles to the head, got detention on the reg
Never listenin to what my parents said
I was always rollin with an ounce or two
Everytime I'm bouncin through
Flippin everybody off like Shady taught me how to do
Always thinkin that the more we burnin, the merrier
Just a kid from middle-class suburban America
And so many others like me, listen to me nightly
Happy that somebody else is feelin' what they might be
So Christian pop a pill, oh yeah I bet you will
Cause if that shit don't make your problems any less forreal

[Hook]

Fuck Off lyrics - Chris Webby

[Hook:]
Some people say I'm famous, tell me that I made it
Some other people never heard of me at all
Got some people on my dick now, others talking shit now
I'm just in the middle trying to write these songs
So I can make some paper, yeah that would be great sir
I've been doing this shit way too long
Bout to get my just dues, don't like it then fuck you
I'm just doing me, you can all fuck off

[Verse 1:]
Check my lyrics up on Rap Genius, I'm a rap genius
Going longer than a fully gassed Prius, bitch I mean it
I've been at this shit for years now, where my millions at?
Got the wheel in my grip, I'm surpassing you backseaters
Til I'm sipping margaritas off the coast of Ibiza
With a bowl full of reefer, eyes low as Khalifa's
And got two lovely senoritas making home-cooked pizza
And anything we need I throw on the Visa, I'm getting there!
Shit this game ain't overnight, at least it wasn't for me
But now I'm varsity and I'm filling the bleachers
Drop a track and now these DJ's bring it back
Just like a golden retriever
Get on the mic and spit your dopest shit, I know the procedure
Yeah, some people got my lyrics tatted on they skin
Some people read every single Tweet that I send
Some other people still be like "who is he?"
But fuck it man, I'ma keep doing me cause

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I'm staying high as Buzz Aldrin
Major Tom can hear me coughing
I'm falling out of gravity ("someone help, I think we lost him")
Hit the stage and show these people how I do this shit so often
Got em yelling like they're Paul Revere on horseback outta Boston
You critics can't deny it, shut your mouth and keep it quiet
Now I'm out here getting bread, you'd think I'm on a Subway diet
I do this shit the livest, so yo please don't kill my vibe, bitch
Or I'm setting off a riot in this bitch, don't even try it
I've been working everyday, I think I need a vacation
And your girl been feeling me just like a TSA agent
So even if you haven't heard of me, at least she did
And even though that pisses you off, don't blame me kid!
Some people hate the fact that now I'm on my way
Some people love every fucking word that I say
Some other people still be like "who is he?"
But fuck it man, I'ma keep doing me cause

[Hook]

Ohh Noo lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Jarren Benton, Tech N9ne)

[Hook: Chris Webby]
Yeah I got em saying
Ohh noo, ohh noo, ohh noo, ohh noo

[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
Yeah nigga, oh no, gin and four loko
Who you getting crazy with, ese? You know I’m loco
Headbutting hoes like I’m ocho (cinco)
I be in the valley with the stoners and the cholos
Niggas stacking more dough, you know how that shit go
You should get a pen, write it down and take a photo
My cologne say Versace, my dick say blow me
My drawers say polo, yeah bitch polo!
Need a white girl with an ass like Coco’s
Hit that pussy right, girl I bought you some Menolo’s
That was Adderall, shit, I used to pop NoDoz
Used to have one bitch, now I got four hoes
Hi my name is Jarren, I am not normal
Aaron Schwartz in [?] that pussy, hit it like Arnold
Mr. Drummond, Willis, Kimberly, looks like a porno
Skeeted in her face, I treat that bitch just like a urinal
Webby tell these hating niggas slit they wrist
Every track we on we take a shit on it
Ladies show your tits, meet a nigga back stage
Where you’ll see me pull my dick out and lick on it
Me and Webby hurting
And we murdering any motherfucker that's looking at us sideways
Cut the body five ways
We skin em and drop em off on the highway
These pussy ass niggas so irate, we got em screaming…

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Tech N9Ne]
I was sent to demolish and decapitate whoever thinking they killing
Doin' the hottest we activate and murder many men that make hits say god is a rapper, wait
Better bow before Nina, don’t even try to spit at the great
Sick, then I’ma get pissed, their finna get wack and fake
Bitch, get on my dick quick, give it a lick it, acclimate
Get what you’re giving, give her the gift and go gravitate
Acting a ape, I ate up a animal I aggravate
Whole lotta people getting a whiff of the Niner
They loving a nigga cause I’m a hell of a rhymer
Women are looking finer, I never decline her
She wanna climb my timer, stick it and I slime her
I get the pudding, never gotta wine and dine her
When a busta run up with a broken heart he get a shiner
When it comes to murking on music I’m a deadly designer
I’m drinking my Hennessy mixture out of a Steiner!
If he tripping I'ma buck or I’ma cut a nigga up with a machete
Cause I’m running with a gang that’ll bring that flame
With a thang and it’s heavy
You don’t wanna fuck with a Tech N9ne
Or my nigga, JB or Chris Webby
Havin everybody sayin “oh no”, bustin up the window of a 6 Chevy

[Hook]

[Bridge: Chris Webby]
We don’t fight fair, we right here
We the reason you’ve been waking up with nightmares
Got em running, got em running
From the second they see us coming, I got em saying…

[Verse 3: Chris Webby]
Hold up
On your mark, ready, set, go
Look at Web flow
I be jabbing with the right and then I hit em with a left blow
Knock em back in time like they chilling with Bill and Ted, yo
To a land before time, T-Rex ho
So many bars you would think I’m living on Death Row
Webby just a motherfucking dog, where’s Petco?
Follow a plate of kibbles n bits with an egg roll
Genius in the laboratory cooking blue meth, yo
Call me Heisenberg, cause when I rhyme with words
These motherfuckers are behind the curve
I drive and swerve, turn and I ride the curb
And hit every pedestrian that doesn’t find the nerve…
...to get out of the way, “Jarren did you see that shit?”
Yeah maybe you should drive, cause the weed I hit
Got me feeling so loca, la vida, bitch
Why you even pass me that shit?
But fuck it man I am an animal, but you never seen my species
A brand new breed they discovered in CT
Homegrown bitch, yelling “feed me, feed me!”
And every listener is pressing repeat
Bitch I got a sick mind, stomach bug in the brain
Insane, you gotta keep me handcuffed with a chain
But I’ll still break out like Burt Wonderstone
So anytime you see me coming, yo, I got em yelling out..

[Hook]

[Outro:]
Strange Music, Funk Volume, Homegrown
Juggernauts of this independent hip-hop shit, man
Bitch!

Label Office Cypher (Interlude) lyrics - Chris Webby

[WEBBY'S AGENT:] Web you got the CD?

[WEBBY:] Course I got the fuckin' CD man, fuckin' big meeting and shit... we're pretty late though, you think we're gonna be good?

[WEBBY'S AGENT:] I think we're gonna be all set man, just pick up your pants a little bit. No talking about Adderal, no talking about banging this guy's wife like keep it real good

[WEBBY:] Of course, of course... Oh shit, is that that fucking BarsTaLoan dude again?

[WEBBY'S AGENT:] Man that guy e-mails me every day...

[BarsTaLoan (to bodyguard):] Yo get your hands off me man, stop I got rights! Stop get, off me!

[BODYGUARD:] Fuck your rights, you need to evacuate right now

[BarsTaLoan:] I know I scared this bodyguard, man... Oh, oh, you got Chris Webby up in this motherfuckin' office? That's who your next appointment is, Chris Webby?! Y'all don't want BarsTaLoan but you're gonna fuck with Chris Webby up in this bitch?!

[BODYGUARD:] Will you get out of here?

[BarsTaLoan:] Get the fuck off me man!

[BODYGUARD:] What?

[BarsTaLoan:] Chris Webby fuck you, fuck Homegrown, fuck all that other bullshit! Get the fuck off me man! Fuck you Chris Webby

[WEBBY:] Fuck me? Fuck you! Fuck you buddy!

[BarsTaLoan:] What old ass copy machine is that? BarsTaLoan I got ink jets boy! Like a motherfuckin' sauna up in here man, that's what bitches say when they get in my car nigga. "It's like a motherfuckin' sauna up in here damn BarsTaLoan" yeah bitch cause I'm fuckin' hot!

[BODYGUARD:] C'mon let's go...

[BarsTaLoan:] Nah get your fuckin' hands off me, yo. It's all conspiracy my nigga, I'm telling you. It's trilluminati or illuminati, something like that, my boy told me look at the You page, no I mean the YouTube page, it was something but... Fuck you, I know y'all niggas is part of that shit, I see all these piramids when I'm walkin' in, yo

[KENNY:] Get the fuck out of here!

[BODYGUARD:] Let's go... And don't come fuckin' back here!

[WEBBY (to secretary):] Hey, how you doin'

[SECRETARY:] I'm really sorry about that

[WEBBY:] Nah, it's cool... I keep seeing that fuckin' guy everywhere

[SECRETARY]: He's been in here about four times this week

[WEBBY:] Really? Interesting... Anyways, I have a meeting today, with Marty?

[SECRETARY:] Chris Webby?

[WEBBY:] Yeah, yeah, uh, that would be me

[SECRETARY:] He's down the hall, first door on the left

[WEBBY:] Oh I see it, uh thank you, thank you, appreciate that

[MARTY:] Lisa, where are my fax messages? I asked for those ten minutes ago, let's get it together. That' not what the fuck I asked for, I asked you to do something, you do it right, otherwise you're fired

[WEBBY:] Hey, Marty, Marty?

[MARTY:] Oh mister "thirty-minutes-I'm-late" guy, how you doin'?

[WEBBY:] Uh I'm, uh... good

[MARTY:] Well, know you've got five minutes to impress me, so sell me yourself, you got videos? Can you rap?

[WEBBY:] Yeah, I mean, did you like... research?

[MARTY:] I don't have time for the internet

[WEBBY:] Alright, uh, yo, fuck. Kenny, you wanna just beatbox real quick?

[KENNY (in robot voice):] Beatbox activating

[WEBBY coughs]

[MARTY (referring to Kenny):] Is that coming out of his mouth?

[Freestyle: Chris Webby]
I'm an untrained dog, no collar
Had loose screws since I was a toddler
Yo don't bother
Up in this bitch drinking vodka like water
Do you read me? Roger, I am a monster
All you young buck white kids put the mic down, I am your father
Still be drinking like I did when I was up at Hofstra
Taking more shots than I did playing Contra
Hold up, hold up, hold up, wait
Let me take a sip of water, I don't know if I'm straight
Lost track of all the LIT's that I drank
And I'm feeling like I just might faint
But I lace my sneakers, eat a piece of pizza
And throw another bottle right up on the Visa
Bangin' out those speakers
Going hard in the paint like I fucked Mona Lisa
Where the chronic B?
My short term memory is chronically
Fucked up, cause I burn down constantly
How could I shape up? I forgot geometry
But they gon' learn CT in geography
Cause I got the whole damn world watching me
It's hard to even keep up with it honestly
Let's gettin' it muthafuckin' poppin' B
We're losing brain cells
I don't think I'm leaving this
Motherfucker, 'til somebody takes away my keys and shit
I haven't been trained well, I'm so disobedient
Got that verbal dope, so just holla if you need a fix
Drop a freestyle, daily fire
Lighting up a bong up that'll take me higher
Crazy rhymer, that's known to cross the line like a stereotypical Asian driver
Web so sick that I make 'em nauseous
Go balls out, never play it cautious
Went from a dorm room to rapping to muthafuckers wearing suits in a label office
I'm a beast on the mic with a beatbox flow
Anybody steppin' after he rocks, no
He got flow, I'm an animal, follow my name with an e-i, e-i, e-i-o
Seat ride low when I'm cruising in
With a cup full of brown like Julian
With a trailer park boy and some hooligans
Got bars, yeah kid I got a few of them
It's C Web

[MARTY:] Mc Donald's, Coca Cola, Chris Webby, in lights... Billboard, Times Square, you'll be holding babies on ad commercials

[WEBBY:] That's cool. Babies, why babies? I don't understand this

[MARTY:] You know what, you wanna make money?

[WEBBY:] I mean...

[MARTY:] A million dollars

[WEBBY:] That's cool, I... don't know...

[MARTY:] Five albums, eight years

WEBBY, WEBBY'S AGENT, [KENNY:] What? Five albums, damn! Nah nah...

[WEBBY:] I...

[MARTY:] So no deal?

[WEBBY'S AGENT:] Yeah, we're not gonna...

[WEBBY:] I... I mean, I'm just not so sure...

[MARTY:] Get out of my office. Leave the pen here too

[WEBBY:] Damn, alright...

[MARTY (from the distance): ]Lisa, next meeting! And bring me a coffee and my fucking granola bar!

World On Fire lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Jon Connor & Skrizzly Adams)

[Hook: Skrizzly Adams]
Hey, they're calling
They're calling my name
I got the whole world on fire
And I ain't going away
I been real through all this
Staring straight at the flame
I got the whole world on fire
And I ain't going away
I ain't going away

[Bridge: Chris Webby & Jon Connor]
Standing tall, head high, doing what I wanna do
If I fall, I get up, I done came too far to lose
Pushing through, pick it up, even when my body's tired
I got enough drive inside to set the fuckin world on fire

[Verse 1: Jon Connor]
What can I do for me now
Used to the enemy shooting me down
But truthfully how
Could you try to stop me when truth can be found?
And knowing that life is a lesson
Don't question what you can be now
We let this aggression take over and over and over
A chip on our shoulder bigger, ignore what they told us
I told you I was a soldier (yeah)
Never quit, don't fall, if I do, I apologize y'all
Might slip, won't trip, to be real, shit, I idolize y'all, why?
Cuz if you hear me now you ain't take the easy way out
You knew there was light at the end of the tunnel
When you couldn't see a way out
Faith is what you can't teach, haters may say what you can't reach
As long as I stay playing these beats
At the end of my day, y'all I'm at peace
Peace of mind, Imma just ease my mind
Relieved with the peace I find
And ease my rhymes, I need my time
Somebody out there might need these lines
Yep, I got you, ain't a choice no more, I got to
Ain't nobody thats gone stop you
Don't cry home boy that's not you
Look, when it ain't easy I know that
Been came too close to go back
Your dream is yours, believe that
Yep even when the world can't see that, I see that, that's real

[Hook: Skrizzly Adams]

[Bridge: Chris Webby & Jon Connor]

[Verse 2: Chris Webby]
Told myself I got this shit (is this my time?)
Better hope to God it is
Losing my mind, show me a sign
I’m no astrologist but I just need to know
Cause I really put all that I got in this
When all I had was empty bank accounts and broken promises
Life ain’t like the comics, ain’t no Superman to save the day
Ain’t no one to clear the road, it’s on you to pave the way
Get your dreams tatted up, never let em fade away
And toughen up that skin and disregard what all them haters say
Listen I been through all that too
What you think I ain’t been down on my luck?
I’m dealing with shit on the daily, it’s driving me crazy
But I ain’t about to give up
Keeping my family close so I can know everybody around me I trust
Now I got Earth right up in my hands
Get ready cause this shit about to combust, what?
I’m not lying when I say
That the world could end tomorrow, set fire to it today
(HomeGrown)
Ay, we really ain't too different after all
Im tryna find my happy place and you're welcome to tag along

[Bridge: Skrizzly Adams]
I know what it’s like sometimes when you feel like it’s over
Cause everything that’s wrong goes right when it’s all for the fight
Handle yours like a soldier, and make em say…
I know what it’s like sometimes when you feel like it’s over
Cause everything that’s wrong goes right when it’s all for the fight
Give it up like I told ya, and make em say…

[Outro: Chris Webby]
I got, I got, I got the world on fire man
I got, I got, I got the world on fire man
I got, I got the world on fire!

[Hook]

Stand Up lyrics - Chris Webby

[Verse 1:]
Lately I've been contemplating
Watching humans tear apart this fucking planet
Like they've never heard of moderation
The people running things ain't worried bout no conservation
Unless there's money in the conversation
But what happens when the soil is too toxic for the plants to grow
And all our drinking water is polluted (got the answer bro?)
All I know is humans are the cancer of the planet, yo
Forecast: lots of global warming with a chance of snow
Hoping things will change but I doubt they ever will
Mother nature dying while we yelling drill, baby drill
So in turn the world's heating up, climate change creeping up
Hell, at least those folks at Exxon made a decent buck
Carbon footprints on the world that'll never wash away
While the ones in charge of it ignoring what we got to say
Still we gotta try, all we got is you and I
Put your mother fucking fists in the sky, come and

[Hook:]
Stand up, stand up, if you gonna fight for what you believe
Stand up, stand up, if you ain't falling for what they teaching
Stand up, stand up, if any time your back's up against the wall
Stand up, stand up, take away my freedom, you'll give me the reason to stand up!

[Verse 2:]
I don't dabble much in things that are political
But it ain't hard to see
That half these politicians running shit are criminal
They way we written history is strictly fictitiously
Still they try tricking me, telling me that I'm living free
Now keeping quiet while they take away our freedoms
(Hell, they're just the constitutional laws, who fuckin' needs em?)
And the mainstream media decides what you'll be seeing
So I'm sceptical of everything, don't know what to believe in
Cause they lying to us right under our noses
And we know it but there's nothing we can do to control it
And it's got me losing sleep
Cause I'm seeing shit different than when I was younger
Watching world hunger while the economy's going under
Too caught up in reality shows and cell phones
Eatin' food full of GMO's to say
Yo! I've had enough of all these lies, all we got is you and I
Put your fucking fists up in the sky, come and

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
See now we've got these countries beefin' with us
Like some World War III shit
Things about to change, you'd be blind not to see this
Civil unrest, the greatest country in the west
Bout' to crumble like the Roman Empire, nonetheless
Our oceans full of plastic, and the air is full of chemicals
Well, we let it happen like it's consensual
But fuck that
Educate yourselves and don't fall for what they been tellin'
Just tell them to throw there fist in the sky and start a rebellion!

Dopamine lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Talib Kweli, Grafh, B-Real, Trae Tha Truth)

[Intro: Chris Webby]
I'm just tryna' get my fix
Dopamine, dopamine
That I'm on, that I want
I'm just tryna' get my fix
Dopamine, dopamine

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
See dopamine is what your brain is makin' when your feelin' happy
So, if your tryna' feel what I'm feelin' then yo get at me
And me? I get me fix from all sorts of shit
Every night a glass of milk with some Oreo's I can dip
Fresh pot of mom's sauce, macaroni, meatballs
That smell of Sour Diesel when I open up the jar
Break it up and rollin' somethin', breakin' off a ho I'm fuckin'
Pop a little ecstasy and get that serotonin pumpin'
Goin' commando in a pair of sweats
Reruns of Sopranos up on my TV set
And that dopamine be flowin' on stage
Feel it every time that shit is goin' my way
It's chillin' with your best homies
The spittin' game, it's gettin' laid and it's that after sex bogie
Any time you feelin' good, it's what your brain produces
So my fans will get their fix every time they bumpin' my music

[Hook: Chris Webby]
Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine
If you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me
And everything is how it's supposed to be
And that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want
Whether I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong
I'm just tryna' get my fix
Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine

[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]
That bamma weed you smokin', ain't fuckin' with the OG
I hit it till I'm coughing, I hit it often
I'm like a Power Ranger the way I'm mighty morphing
Into a rocket ship, that's taking off into space as I get lost
Thanks to stimulating endorphins, brings me closer to the coffin
Walk on the edge because I know the ledge
I wake up when they go to bed
Got these cowards runnin', I'm bounty huntin' like I'm Boba Fett
Life is like a drug, we born addicted like crack babies
Tryin' ta' get that fix, you gonna hurt your back, like the Bag Lady
Now why do I expose these niggas'? I got to
These niggas' heads bigger than yakoo, it's not cool
Lyrical warnings, gettin' as gory as biblical stories, you ignoring the allegories
Tryin' to feel good; it's Aleister Crowley
Rush of that adrenaline is my medicine
My fuel is my kerosene
You ever live the life of a heretic?
That, dopamine, from the smoke the coke the lean, is temporary when your third eye ain't opening

[Bridge: Chris Webby]
I'm just tryna' get my fix

[Verse 3: Grafh]
Bitch on my lap, gyratin'
Loud so loud, my lungs vibratin'
High as a bitch I'm up skyscappin'
Annihilatin' some kind of Sanaa Lathan
That's the feelin' I feel when I am creatin'
And the fire's escapin', though your fire escape
Until I lie in your basement
Arise in the pavement just to arrive from inside of a spaceship
That fix, I'm suppose to dream
I chase Hennessy with dopamine
This is dope, I mean, I ain't sober
Promethazine in my soda, I'm supposed ta lean
My momma cookin'? Encore
The family members I die for
The two beautiful kids that I stay alive for
Plus Hip-Hop makes me feel alive more
That fix

[Hook: Chris Webby]

[Verse 4: B-Real]
Let me put you down, with some realness
You feelin' loud with me and Webby, rockin on that trill shit
Feelin' bliss, like its that fattest joint you ever hit
Higher than you've ever been, of course you know you're feelin' this
We're the feelin' that you get when you open up your bag of weed waiting for the first hit anxiously
We're the rush; when the Lakers beat the Celtics
The smile on your face when the joint lit, and ya smelled it
We the vibe at the party, when that shit's about to turn up
We the "hell ya", ya thinkin' when the dabs about to burn up
The fist pump, bitch I'm number one, I'm the winna' by the
Toast at the table when we celebrating [?]
Roar of the crowd when ya see something amazing
We're the thrill of victory, we're the felling of elation
It's a presentation and we hope you see
You're in need of that dopamine

[Bridge: Chris Webby]

[Verse 5: Trae Tha Truth]
Yeah, Truth spit game, murda'
Shoulda' been cased on it
Causing panic, 9-11 shoes laced on it
Haters on dick, knowing they woman' face on it
Money long, snakes, givin' a open chase on it
I'm fully sober, my fix is chicks and change
And ridin' lookin' amazing in something so strange
I hit the hood, just to kick it with homies
Knowing they need it for support, everyone left 'em lonely
I do my best to dodge the phoney, cuz' I don't understand them
And I ain't tryin'
I'm the truth and I don't fuck with that lyin'
Stay from beside 'em
Hit the studio to blackout, every track gettin' packed out
Just like somebody woman as soon as I blow her back out
Might just give a laugh as I proceed to knock a track out
And burn off with my speakers in the trunk, who tryna' act out?
Say Watson tell Boogz I'm on my turn up
Get [tightest?] in them [?], meet me at Dreams, we bout to turn up

[Hook: Chris Webby]

Day In The Life lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Ryattfienix)

[Hook: Chris Webby & RyattFienix]
Feeling like nobody knows me so I’m pouring out my soul
The game I’m in is lonely but this shit is all I know
Riding in my Chevy down this one way road
Taking it slow, but still I’m losing control
It’s just a day in the life
Things that keep you up awake through the night
Praying that the moves I’m making are right
Tryna find myself a way through the fight
Yeah, it’s just a day in the life

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
Came up in the game just a youngin with a mean flow
Here to rock until the clock hits zero
Feel like I’m seeing the world through a peep hole
Stressed out, what you think I’m smoking weed for?
Gotta put one in the air like a free throw, or a G4
All these people doubting me and judging me without knowing me
So what you mean though?
Living life, what you hating on me for?
Oh you mad after finally getting mine
All these years on the grind I’m dropping shit
And now I’m getting shine, breaking records online
But every single one of my accomplishments
Comes at a cost, losing my mind
Always faded off of that pot prescript
Can’t slip up, I don’t got time
Nobody ever built a kind of watch for this
This life it’ll break you down so get ready
Living down this one way road in my Chevy
Carrying the weight of the world is too heavy
So let me show you people what it’s like being Webby
So doubt me, hate me, judge me, love me
Either fucking way I’m making it
Cause I was made for this, yeah

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Chris Webby]
See, everyone thinks they know how this life works
But they don’t see the negatives
On tour at least half of the year
Missing holidays and hardly seeing my relatives
They don’t know about the stress of the game
Everyday damn day, shit it got me popping sedatives
Like they fucking jelly beans, will I ever see the end of this?
If I do, shit, will I even remember it?
I don’t know man, all this rapping shit
Got me second guessing everything I had convinced
At the end of the day, fuck it I asked for this
I wouldn’t take it back for shit
I’ma soldier, with a good head on my shoulders
In it til I win it or I get a game over
Feeling like I’m on a roller coaster
Friends turn to foes and my heart grows colder
Drawn to the game like a moth to the flame
Sacrifice it all for the fame
But it’s all worth it when you up on stage and they calling your name
No doubt I’ll be paying the price in the end
But I’m cool now taking a right down the road untraveled
Seatbelt strapped in, this is just another day in the life

[Bridge:]
And I’m feeling like I’m losing my mind
This game will lock you up for certain
But I’m doing my time
I keep a smile on my face, I keep my head to the sky
And in the end I know I’ma be alright

[Hook: RyattFienix & Chris Webby]

[Outro:]
Yeah, to all my friends and family
To all the fans
Thank you for believing in me, man
We here now

Money lyrics - Chris Webby

Yeah, can I get uhh pack of Marlboro 27's please?
Yeah, thank you, thank you
My card was declined?! My uhh, well fuck man how much are they?
$9.00? dollars! God damn it
Man I got six, i got six, can we. No?
Man FUCK!

If you don't know then somebody shoulda told ya!
But uhh, ain't shit for free
Like momma always said, ain't no one gonna do it for ya
And I'm sick to try to make end meets
So I'm just trying to get the money money money money
I like how that sounds
I'm just trying to get the money money money money
They say it makes the world go round

Yeah, Webby
Watch appear getting richer as they sold they sold
Like fox selling out I'd rather be dope and broke
But as I got a little old in this roller coaster of life
Got me feeling like I close one door, another opens up
With a new expense to pay: car insurance, health insurance with the dental day
Keep asking why you living with your rentals A
You get it now? I don't got no fucking rent to pay
I made it big in the game but I'm sure I ain't rich
How I invisioned being famous just sure ain't this
If I only had a nickel for every word I spit
But I don't, so now it's time I go and stir up shit
Cause I'm just trying to get that money and I don't care how
So fucking bad I'm about to put up a bb gun back now
Run up in a liquor store like "bitch, get on the ground,
Give me the cash and some whiskey and a dutch, right now"

What I'm saying is till I'm dead and buried
Ima get that money now by any means necessary
(Repeat!)
What I'm saying is till I'm dead and buried
Ima get that money now by any means necessary

If you don't know then somebody shoulda told ya!
But uhh, ain't shit for free
Like momma always said, ain't no one gonna do it for ya
And I'm sick to try to make end meets
So I'm just trying to get the money money money money
I like how that sounds
I'm just trying to get the money money money money
They say it makes the world go round

And as this the money comes in and then it goes
As quick as it came from shooting this videos
The beats and time spent in the studio
And then them runs out
Well, time to do some shows
Then you've got all the expenses off on the row
Salaries for the team and a vehicle
Gas food, hotel rooms, that's a lot of doe
Why you complaning, isn't it what you always wanted ya'll?
I guess so, I just need a bigger check, sir
Maybe have a couple diamonds hanging from my neck, sir
And I'm below full of cash in my dress, sir
That's [?] network
Well Mac Miller's got money
Yeah, you probably right
I got an idea, let's just go and rob him tonight
Like "we haven't spoken since I need a dollar but like
I still do", so run this motherfucker pockets, alright?
Just kidding

What I'm saying is till I'm dead and buried
Ima get that money now by any means necessary
(Repeat!)
What I'm saying is till I'm dead and buried
Ima get that money now by any means necessary

If you don't know then somebody shoulda told ya!
But uhh, ain't shit for free
Like momma always said, ain't no one gonna do it for ya
And I'm sick to try to make end meets
So I'm just trying to get the money money money money
I like how that sounds
I'm just trying to get the money money money money
They say it makes the world go round