Left Lane lyrics - Chris Webby

[Hook]
I be living in the left lane
Passing y'all by
Sun roof rolling back, speakers up high
I be living in the left lane
Closing my eyes, watch the world from the third person inside
I be living in the left lane
Never looking back with my foot up on the gas, ain't got no time to react
I be living in the left lane
Moving too fast, I'm just trying not to crash, it could all end in a flash
When you be living in the left lane

[Verse 1]
Fast money, fast women, fast cars, doing donuts in the back-yard
Middle fingers up like a rap star, telling me I go too hard
Shots all lined up on the God damn bar, with a chick so bad she dropping jaws
And I'm dropping trou and I hit that raw, yeah
Live this way till I lose my mind, me I'm doing fine
Fucking monster call me Frankenstein and Dracula combined
On my grind, in my verbal prime, still Optimus Rhyme
Got Griselda Blanco coke and no one fucking with these lines
Cause uh, all this shit is apart of my job, the parties the woman
The liquor the music, living a life you could only imagine
Put it in words and I give it to you, kids
But I told them, please don't try this at home, you really will lose it
So don't blame me if my listeners do it (let's go)

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Let me carefully win, they callin' me Jeremy Lin, never stare at the rim
If you going to give me the rock I'm gonna dribble and carry it in, no comparing to him
Up on the road everyday, chugging a bottle of gin, contacts lens, 20/20
But you can't see them from under my brim, do it again ('gain)
Beast mode, cup full, trees rolled, shit I'm here to rap
And if you're not I'd check that ego, try to keep it peaceful
But if they be coming at me bro
I'm rolling up in a tank, like I got Grand Theft Auto cheat codes
A mix of Mick Jagger and Morrison on tour again, pushing the fucking limits till I'm in the crematorium
Cause when a star goes out it does so in a blaze of glory, then Mr. Harry Fraud will just bring the chorus in

[Hook]

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Only Way To Go lyrics - Chris Webby

[Intro]
I got the game on lockdown, ridin' with the top down, and I'm feeling so good
Baby we'll be headed to the top now cause it's the only way to go

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'm on a roll now, traveling all around the globe
Only my booking agent know where I'm about to go
With a pretty young thing and an ounce to roll
Live that rockstar life call me Aldous Snow, uh
Feeling great, filet mignon on my plate
But I'm always staying hungry, you can see it on my face
You can see it in my eyes, I'mma win this race
Pulling through the finish line, like Brink on skates
And I'm feeling spectacular, still an eligible bachelor
It's so lovely, french kissing models with some molly on my tongue
In a different city every night like I was on the run
We gone, we gone, shout to everyone who supports me
Legal troubles over with, no more going to court, B
Now I'm chilling with a Vicky and a Courtney, top down, warp speed

[Hook]
I always told them "I will never stop" now, look at what I got now
Always knew that I would, baby, and we headed to the top now
Cause it-it's the only way to go
Now I got the game on lock-down, riding with the top down
And I'm feeling so good, baby, and we headed to the top now
Cause it-it's the only way to go

[Verse 2]
I been out to sea, had to send an SOS
But I made it back to shore and I'm next on deck
Always got a little sexy brunette on text
Saying "I'll see you when you back in town xox"
I've been slept on like futons, looked over like typos
Now you see my fucking name up in the lights, yo
Always been the under dog call me Fido
But I know, and always knew that I would win the fight bro
Either that or I'm going to go down swinging
Never back down if we gotta throw down, bring it
But still we having fun, strip club, pile of ones
And act a jackass, R.I.P Ryan Dunn
Shout to Sap always killing a track
We just some kids making money, what's the matter with that
And until I get a Grammy I'll be doing just dandy
The black sheep's now the bread winner of the family

[Hook]

[Bridge]
Way to go, way to go, it's the only way to go
Way to go, way to go, it's the only way to go
Way to go, way to go, it's the only way to go
Way to go, way to go, it's the only way to go

[Verse 3]
I only think about it when I'm looking back
To the kid I used to be writing lyrics during class
Back when I had nothing but ambition and a dream
And a composition notebook full of rhyme schemes
I mean, I was a fuck up, but then I grew the fuck up
And gave it everything while I was working on my come up
And now I came up and baby I won't stop till I'm done
So now I'm yelling at the top of my lungs (Let's go!)

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Outro]
Yeah, I'm feeling good right now, man
All these years of hard work are finally paying off
There's really only one direction to go now
And that's up, so ya'll coming with me or what
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Aww Naww lyrics - Chris Webby

[Intro]
Yeeeeaaah, Webby

[Hook]
I've been going hard, all these years been on the low
Used to show up to the spot and they would stop me at the door
Now my name is hot so they be acting like they know
And they leading my right through those velvet ropes
Now I got them saying, aww naww, who the hell let Webby in
Aww naww, who the hell let Webby in
Aww naww, so run and tell your friends
It's time to get it started mother fucker, let the games begin

[Verse 1]
Oh hello, hi there, back in the ring, never fight fair
I swear, shades on tint, never seeing through my eye-wear
No button down but I'm sleeved up, so many shows and I fly there
And my fans be getting them tickets quicker than pissing in public in Times Square
That nightmare on your street, stay with the hash like corned beef
And I light it up and I breathe it and my blunt be full of that four leaf
We killing this and I'm on my grind, running shit I got sore feet
24 deep on my tour bus, rolling right out to the floor seats
I'm blowing up what are you doing, sitting at home and YouTubing
Hating on me from a laptop, but these type of people I'm used to em
You ain't doing shit but smoking weed, watching porn, got no degree
You're a disappointment and blame everybody else that you never got where you hoped to be
See I worked for it, you sat back, I grinded out while you relaxed
And now you like; "Fuck Webby man, yo, I should be where he's at, wait is that him, did he just cut the line, wait where's Denise at?"
But I ain't gotta say nothing back, cause I got your girlfriend on my lap

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Somebody turn my mic on, throw in that beat I could ride on
Shut up and listen cause fuck it I'm spitting so cold blooded, python
Connecticut over to Saigon, looking at me as if I am an icon
Getting that dough like I started with Tae-Kwon
Drinking this gin they be calling me Qui-Gon
Started out in that small time, mixtapes in the trunk of the car that I was driving in
That Altima, with back bumper hanging off the side, people honking at me (get off the road!)
Getting pulled over so often I'd have my registration at all times, hanging out my window like
Sorry guy, I know I was speeding, I'm fucking high, but my plates are good and I'm fucking dry
Smoked all my weed on my way down here, we ain't got no charges? Fuck you, bye
Peel off in that shit box, so kick rocks, I'm out of here
Then head back to my parents house and get drunk until I run out of beer
But that was then, now I'm living differently
The clubs that would always turn me away, now they all let me in for free
The girls that used to blow me off, now they all on their friggin' knees
Still blowing me off, only difference? Now it's literally

[Hook]
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Ride On lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Rittz)

[Verse 1]
See now my cup is full, my vibe is boosted
My fate is undecided, but it's going down the way that I choose it
Living life up on the stage and it's like I'm on display
And the fans coming through when they know every word to the songs that I fucking play
Bang the speakers out plus tears are leaking out
Girls in the crowd are freaking out, labels reaching out
Buzz is peaking out, when I'm doing everything I dreamed about
Man, I think I'm on one, saw the easy route, took the long one
And now they ain't ready for this crazy white boy
Running through the rap game like Donkey Kong
Cause I be super smashing them I'm back with a rap attack
I'm homegrown and I grew the roots and it's about damn time that I flew the coop
So mother fucker let me show you what this dude could do
Going through the roof and I'm gonna hold my own
CT down to the bones, so anywhere I'm going you know I'm coming back
Because as they say, ain't no place like home so then I'm gone

[Hook]
Ride on...yeah
Baby, where you wanna go
Got my foot up on the pedal till the sun goes down
I just hop up in the driver's seat and
Ride on...yeah
Baby, where you wanna go
We be riding, we be riding
We be riding, yeah we be riding on

[Verse 2]
I'm here to do my thang, so what you really know about that shit
Good kid in a fucked up game, suitcase still packed from the last trip
Like this and I feel alright, turned around my life
Started from the bottom, now I'm in the middle
Sitting first class on a flight and I still got fight
As long as I got a mic I'll recite the type of hype shit that'll spark ignite
And set the world on fire when I give it a light
You never heard of one like this in your life because I go so hard
Got these bars on me, baby, I'm a super star and the bass go roar
Like I got Simba trapped in the trunk of my car
R-R-Roger that the rhyme is back, stepping on the gas pedal when I write a track
Real shit, anybody that deny the facts, fuck you, ain't nobody got time for that
Ain't nobody got time for that shit, the same kid crashing Datpiff
Is back to the smack the world off it's axis
I'm in the game now, you better go home and practice
Firework in the sky bitch, get so high, fuck around and hit a pilot
I'm just feeling like it really is my time, this rhyme shit ain't for the weak
Don't try this, at home if you ain't ready for the life, this game ranks whether or not you like it
So I'm telling you all the ups and downs so you can see the world I'm in, looking through my eyelids

[Hook]
Ride on...yeah
Baby, where you wanna go
Got my foot up on the pedal till the sun goes down
I just hop up in the driver's seat and
Ride on...yeah
Baby, where you wanna go
We be riding, we be riding
We be riding, yeah we be riding on

[Verse 3: Rittz]
I came close to being on and as a got I could of made it
Frustrated with the industry, how can I motivate it
Feeling like the only loser that my parents pro-created
Watching homies that associated with me goin wait it
So it's my turn for the mic
But I saw my nigga so elated
I was jaded, when I made it, it was hard to believe
Even harder for me not to wear my heart on my sleeve
But, people judging me in the public
And I started to read, the comments underneath my video, my skin is thick enough
It's hard to describe the feeling when somebody telling me that my music got them through when they were feeling like giving up
He standing right in front of me tearing up
Cause he enough with his girlfriend and they breaking up
He breaking up, playing my music it helps to lighten the blow
Player wishing to sleeping like 20 times in a row
Mouthing the lyrics when they hear it getting hype at the show, I love it
Ain't got no money, but I'm getting through
Gotta remind myself, time to time when I get in a depressing mood
I'm getting papers
Light in piece of hell I deserve and I serve
Thinking they crude, they look at my dressing room
1,000 miles away they want an autograph
He said he like my deep records and my party tracks
I scribble things across the bottom half
It's Rittz and Chris Webby, you ready, let's hit the launching pad, let's fly

[Hook]
Ride on...yeah
Baby, where you wanna go
Got my foot up on the pedal till the sun goes down
I just hop up in the driver's seat and
Ride on...yeah
Baby, where you wanna go
We be riding, we be riding
We be riding, yeah we be riding on

[Hook]
Ride on...yeah
Baby, where you wanna go
Got my foot up on the pedal till the sun goes down
I just hop up in the driver's seat and
Ride on...yeah
Baby, where you wanna go
We be riding, we be riding
We be riding, yeah we be riding on
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mixtape: "Bars On Me" (2012)




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Bars On Me lyrics - Chris Webby

Yeah, I'm back up in this bitch, just like a uterus,
And I don't need no lubricated condom when I'm doing this.
Always got a doobie lit, swerve behind the wheel and maneuver it,
20-20 with it they use my eyes and see the future with 'em.
Moving shit, I'm just trying to be what I'm supposed to be,
Supposedly I'm dope, Saint Nicholas ain't as cold as me.
Thing we got in common is I'm always with a hoe or three.
Make it drop it like someone with Parkinson's carrying groceries.
'Cause I'm here and I rap that shit, doing shows and stacking chips,
Take my shirt off when I spit, that's why your girl is on my dick.
Got these tats all on my body and a pocket full of piff,
Fill the bong up with some ice cubes, baby, take a hit.
See, I'm running for the title, everybody voting Webster.
Drinking straight tequila out a motherfucking blender
Middle finger stay up, nobody can censor
I'm a dog, always sniffing for the female gender.
Friend her up on Facebook and from there it's a wrap,
Send her poke and then tomorrow she'll be sitting on my lap.
Even back, when I was broke, my girlies always had a rack
Love them big titty bitches with bodies covered in tats.
It's that marijuana twister, a twist and grabbing ladies from the mixer
Then I bring 'em to the telly and crack a bottle of liquor.
'Cause I never gave a fuck, I'm the type to bang your sister,
Then go back to your crib and fuck your moms like Stiffler.
I hope you get the picture, take it on your Kodak,
Up in Webby's World you cannot reach me with a road map
To find that you need Adderall, Ambien and some Prozac.
Always cooking fire, someone show me where the stoves at.
Keep on dropping heat, all you players grab your cleats,
'Cause I'm all in this game for winning, I don't settle for defeat.
From the suburbs to the streets I will stand by what I speak
And I don't even know what this bitch is saying up on the beat.

But I got a hundred bars on me,
Everything that we throw on, the credit card's on me.
Every drink that we get, the titty bar's on me
And I'll be living just like this until my heart don't beat.
Bitches it's Chris Webby, that whitey who spit deadly,
With my foot up on the pedal like I'm Mario Andretti.
Fucker, I rap flames and murder the rap game
Spittin' 'til I'm number one with a bullet like Max Payne.
Got that Nerf gun tucked and I'll aim it at your gut,
Better duck is the track that cracker and slapper of big but.
Getting drunk, always looking for some double D cups,
But in the lab I'll cook it up like I'm Wolfgang Puck.

Get in the game and I go straight H.A.M.,
When I get the rock up in my hand,
'Cause I'm here to get it popping, just exactly how I planned.
Take a stand right here for this rapping shit and keep my lyrics accurate
Test me while beating Webby, just simply will never happen.
Bitch, salute me, 'cause truly, I be the dopest on the chords,
Master Yoda with the bars, I'm a Jedi with the Force.
That's 'cause Webby done got that flow, they get act like they don't know,
But they ain't fucking with me, period, yo, fanito.

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Webster Morgan lyrics - Chris Webby

[Intro]
You know, I just be fucking killing beats, ya know?
Killing beats, man
That's what I do, yessir

[Verse 1]
Giving your adrenaline a rush
Yo, it's Webby, listen up
Italiano on the mic, eating spaghetti in a cup
When I bust, can't label it
Crazy sick and I'm dangerous
Pesci up in a scorsese flip
I'm never taking shit
Take a rip from the Dutchie and pass it to the left
Chiropractor on the beat, I get it cracking like your neck
Swagger of a vet, keep these characters in check
Like Japan's nuclear reactors, I'm a threat
To the entire Northern Hemisphere
Let Ennim know that Webby's here
Chugging Belvedere, then I follow it with Everclear
Got them like "My God" them beating me
That shit don't make sense like Helen Keller with an iPod
Top my fioso, drinking a Four Loko
Hit them with that dope flow, bullet time, slow mo
Born in ochenta y ocho, Han Solo
Always chasing pussy like a dog, call me Todo
Fuckers better feel the flow, ain't no big pussies in my team
Just a poly and a Silvio, kill it though
Here we go, flowing it sick, boning your chick
I'm the 23 year-old Al Capone in this shit
Holding the chips, rolling up over a sip
Even people on the needles aren't doper than this
They formerly know me as Chris, now I'm transforming

[Hook]
Beat serial killer, Webster Morgan
Not a blood spatter analysis, just the type to strike fear
Giving all these punk rappers paralysis
And they mad at this because I'm finally getting big
And I no longer need a dollar like I did
Since I was a kid, I knew I had a purpose on this planet
So I always played the hand I was dealt, somethin' like Gambit
'Til I ran shit, all in with my damn chips
Got 'em scared to ante up, they folding like a pamphlet

[Verse 2]
Slicker than a Slip 'n Slide, leaving crowds mystified
Janitor at a rodeo, push that bullshit aside
This is why Webby be colossal with the flow
The next generation of Sopranos with the flow
Run shit, Lucky Luciano with the flow
Not taking a math test but I'm a problem and you know
I'm a pro, with the rhythm and I'm always gonna rock it, man
Labels fighting over me like Elien Gonzalez, fam
This is what I do, spit raps and blow trees
In the 203 with your girl on both knees
So who you think you're trying, kid?
Got the heart of a lion beneath some iron ribs
Rolling deeper than a Giant squid
Do it big, shootouts at high noon
Beat killer, the fucking Ted Bundy of iTunes
When an instrumental's looking right, I go and get the butcher knife
And cut it up until I need a hook to write
Went from a '98 Altima and got a tinted black Camaro
Always sipping bottles of rum like Jack Sparrow
Young Rob DeNiro who charges like a pharaoh
More deadly than a Lego wasp with a loaded quiver of arrows
Bowser's back up in this bitch, the bad guy
So when I steal your princess, you don't gotta ask why
I'm a beast and I show it through everything I'm recording

[Hook]
Beat serial killer, Webster Morgan
Not a blood spatter analysis, just the type to strike fear
Giving all these punk rappers paralysis
And they mad at this because I'm finally getting big
And I no longer need a dollar like I did
Since I was a kid, I knew I had a purpose on this planet
So I always played the hand I was dealt, somethin' like Gambit
'Til I ran shit, all in with my damn chips
Got 'em scared to ante up, they folding like a pamphlet

Yeah!

[Outro]
And that's it, ya know?
I just be, uhh, fucking killing beats
It's what I do, it's my M.O
Ya know, it's-
I don't know how to do anything else so fuck it
Heh! Webster! Yeahh
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Wait A Minute lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Bun B & Kid Ink)

[Intro: Chris Webby]
Yeah!
See, listen up girl
You look good and all but
I gotta make my money
Gotta have priorities you know

[Bridge: Chris Webby]
It's a very big world with a lot of bad bitches
But I ain't never met one like you
But there's money to be made and I'm really tryin' to get it
So baby, what I need you to do?

[Hook: Chris Webby]
Bitch you gotta, wait a minute, wait a minute
I got no fucking time you gotta
Wait a minute, wait a minute
You see I'm out here on the grind you gotta
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Yeah bitch I know you fine but you gotta
Wait a minute, wait a minute, yeah

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
There's a woman that I love and she gave birth to me in 88
Aside from all these bitches all come second to the paper chase
Not to sound conceited but I work my fucking ass off
I'll be a dumb motherfucker if I let the women take away from me stacking all of my cash dawg
That's all, end of story
You're good in bed and all but making money's mandatory
So salute the canting when I come through when I rip the rapid
Got money on my mind it's time to make it happen
Aside from the attraction you ain't shit but a distraction
So just sit there and relax while I work on bringin' this cash in
Now that I got a taste of it, I just can't stay away from it
This ain't me selling out, this is me on my makin' paper shit

[Bridge:]
It's a very big world with a lot of bad bitches
But I ain't never met one like you
But there's money to be made and I'm really tryin' to get it
So baby, what I need you to do?

[Hook:]
Bitch you gotta, wait a minute, wait a minute
I got no fucking time you gotta
Wait a minute, wait a minute
You see I'm out here on the grind you gotta
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Yeah bitch I know you fine but you gotta
Wait a minute, wait a minute, yeah

[Verse 2: Kid Ink]
I need a second, we could work it out
Wait a minute, get it girl give me some time
I'm bout my money, on the grind 25 A spring
Summer winters snow nice sunny on
I just need you to be my ride to die
You know where I'm going, getting money is the alibi
Maybe when I hit a hundred mili I'll be satisfied
Till then, gotta keep it rolling get your camera time
All that gotta hit the road jack
Why you're acting crazy? Think you need some Prozac
I know how them hoes act, and I leave em' alone so
You should know, who the star? Girl it's your show

[Bridge:]
It's a very big world with a lot of bad bitches
But I ain't never met one like you
But there's money to be made and I'm really tryin' to get it
So baby, what I need you to do?

[Hook:]
Bitch you gotta, wait a minute, wait a minute
I got no fucking time you gotta
Wait a minute, wait a minute
You see I'm out here on the grind you gotta
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Yeah bitch I know you fine but you gotta
Wait a minute, wait a minute, yeah

[Verse 3: Bun B]
Now as the world keep revolvin' and the plan is keep rotatin'
Got my eyes on the prize and if our only suckers hatin'
I'm posted in the Lamb, man I'm putting in the time
If I'm tryin get the tickets so our stack is there to shine
It's people on the sidelines, waiting for a chance
To be here in the starting lineup with the rock up in their hands
All I needed was a shot, but nobody ever gave me one
So I got tired of waitin' on it and went and made me one
Now I'm in the game, fuck the fortune and the pain
Don't get caught up in the pleasant lights and banners with your name
It's all here today then it's all gone tomorrow
In the clubs you made it rain, they won't let you come back and borrow

[Bridge:]
It's a very big world with a lot of bad bitches
But I ain't never met one like you, like you
But there's money to be made and I'm really tryin' to get it
So baby what I need you to do

[Hook:]
Bitch you gotta, wait a minute, wait a minute
I got no fucking time you gotta
Wait a minute, wait a minute
You see I'm out here on the grind you gotta
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Yeah bitch I know you fine but you gotta
Wait a minute, wait a minute, yeah
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Change The World lyrics - Chris Webby

[Intro:]
Crazy world we live in man, now more so than ever
You know we're at a pivotal point in history
If shit keeps going the way it's going right now
Man, I don't even wanna think about it sometimes
But you have to, you always gotta be aware of what's going on around you
No one man or woman can change the world by themselves

[Verse 1:]
I'm a hundred percent made in the USA and ain't nobody gonna change that
But how many people can we have our nuclear missiles aimed at
Before somebody steps up and aims back
That how they startin' to react all over the map
Got the weapons to attack for an oil contract
Average American's a travelin' man
Given a gun and boots send um to Iraq and Iran
US gettin' that oil money that is the plan
Against mother fuckers with bombs in that back of the van
Shit you gotta see it from a different side
The safety of America is livin' a lie
Your enemies don't give a fuck if they live it and die
Or bombs that can change the world in a blink of an eye
So I live for the day when I step in the ring
Because tomorrow is definitely not a definite thing

[Hook: x2]
I'm not here to change the world, I'm just doin' what I do
A lot's going on right now I'm just tryna make it through (true)
And I'm not here to change the world, I'm just giving you a point of view
But, I'm a do my part but then it's up to you (do)

[Verse 2:]
Yeah, while you at home worryin' about payin' the bills
Scientists workin' on some new ways to kill
Everybody need to light a fuckin' j and chill
Cause if it stays this way, be afraid for real
I'm not sayin' everybody gotta be best friends
But it's to the point I can't watch CNN
While we should be goin' forward we all headed backwards
If it ain't a war it's a natural disaster
We took the world and we ripped it up
And now mother nature's pissed at us
And we fuckin' with a force that we can't controll
And if we don't change somethin' we'll pay the toll
Generations before us said it's not my problem
Thanks a lot guys now it's on us
I'm just doin' what I ought to do
Because it's time to make a change and it starts with you (do)

[Hook x2]

[Outro: Guitar Solo by: David Webster]
[DJ Drama:] David Webster let it talk to um!
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CT 2 Shaolin lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Method Man)

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
It's lights, camera, action, run it and still rappin'
Lyrical tornado, twister, Bill Paxton
On two E pills, three vics and six aspirin
This bull's running plays on the court like Phil Jackson
I am mad raw, fucker, better back off
Punch line pros, we leaving you with a cracked jaw
Down in MIA sniffing on some bath salts
Eat your fucking face off and spit it on the asphalt
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Call up Rick Grimes and aim for the head and shoot at least six times
Connecticut to Shaolin, show 'em what the bounce is
Coming with that fire so you better bring an ounce, kid
It's that motherfucker fucking panty stuffer, listen to the real can't stand the others
Cop a lethal weapon like Danny Glover
Walk into the woods bust rounds at Bambi's mother, uh

[Verse 2: Method Man]
Live and let die, I get it like I spit it, we ride like an AMG, get it? G5
Five, Michael in it, got the key to the city
We vibe, no commercial interruptions, we live
Warning, see now that you have entered the zone
Professionals at work, do not attempt this at home
All I need's a verse and a minute when it's on
I'll be begging like a convict for minutes on the phone
Up until they throw me in a box, or catch me in the trap, trying to throw away the rock
I'm a product of the block, a hustler, the product in the socks
Serve a customer, regardless of the cops
Regardless of the guap, still a legend
On fire, cause I'm hot, y'all are sweating, still denying that I'm not
In fact, Webby, I'm like the overweight lover, I'm that heavy
Minus the frames and fat belly

[Bridge: Chris Webby]
Thanks for that Meth, we do this man you know
CT to Shaolin, C. Webby to John Blaze
It's just that hip hop shit, you know, it's that
That raw emotion that you get when you get behind this mic, like you know?

[Verse 3: Chris Webby]
Suburban rap savior's back, slay it when I lay a track
The fourth Animaniac, the Timothy McVeigh of rap
They so concerned whit swag that they forgot about the basics
That's some shit I can't respect, I'll never hold my tongue or take it back
This is art, this is true, this is all I know
The only time I feel at peace is when I start to flow
I don't care if the masses think that my shit's hot
Cause this is raw, this is me, this is hip hop
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Bowser lyrics - Chris Webby

Call me Bowser, hit em on the floor like boss bitch
It's inevitable that you step into my level that you gonna end up leaving with a loss bitch
Line in the sand I crossed it, grindin' til I'm exhausted, never gonna put the mic down I'm here right now so what you want bitch
Still here cause I flow rhymes, mixtape shit since 09'
Only white dude in the game who made it this far without a co-sign
Baby and now it's showtime, they telling me that yo' time
Freestylin' my destiny bitches I never wrote mine
So learn my fuckin' name, cause no we not the fuckin' same
I'm fighting for my life in the title just like the Hunger Games
Happy after my success, that Conneticut roughneck
Any time a beat gets killed they lookin' for me cause they know I'm the suspect
Leavin' competition upset, grabbin' they girl and we fuck yes
They steppin' to me in a battle and winning, that's like me passing a drug test
Shit will not happen, ready for action, grabbin' the mic and I'm gettin' it crackin'
No need for the braggin' I know that I'm dope and homie you ain't even a fraction
Or what I can do, I'm comin' for you, and steadily killin' the rappin', so fuck it I'm through, I'm pummeling crews and leaving the cypher laughing
Takin' bottles to the face til I'm like fuck man, so dirty my entourage follows behind me with dust pans
So slow it down, sippin' on my styrofoam
Trapped inside of Webby's world like Pauly Shore in Biodome
I roll an eigth of fire just so it can take me higher, molten lava flow and smokin' my volcanoe vaporizer
I haven't made it yet cause rap is full of politics, so all u politicians suck my dick until u swallow it
My dreams must have a Twitter account cause I'm a follow it, and any one or anything in my way ill demolish it
Motherfucking monster steadily rippin' it proper bitches so get to the chopper
Me and star rocker speakin' it lava breakin' badder than Tuco Salamanca
Killer in flow, bouncin' around like I'm Tigger I'm blow, spittin' it so outta control trippin' the dough, the slower u thinkin' the quicker I go
The pick of the litter with vigorous flow, keep them bitches titties jiggling yo
I stick and I go, I'm better than you, no matter how you try to figure it bro
The villian is back, killin' a track, won't stop til' I got me a million cash, listen to facts
R2 trigger attack, drop the magnificent rap
Gigity, gigity, gigity splat
The illest up in the vacinity's mad, killin' these bitches like Trinitiys back
But different in rythym so listen to that
So Mario should do is cardio and grab a flower, 'cause u'll need to throw some fireballs if you gon' step to Bowser
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Dark Side lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Emilio Rojas)

[Intro]
You're fulfilling your destiny Anakin
Become my apprentice, learn to use the dark side of the force
I will do whatever you ask
Good

[Chris Webby]
You've now been welcomed to the evil side, better start small
When the dark calls, better play it how the cards fall
This is hard ball, spit so cold your car stalls
Webby got that dark side shit, Darth Maul
Sith lord, super Shredder with a big sword
Jaws in the flesh, you’re a kid up on a kick board
Nighty night for you the second that they let the shark loose
Little footed punks ain't ever fucking with a sharp tooth
Webby gonna take 'em to the dark side
Ain’t nobody messing when the bars fly
Every single one of us going to hell
So why not make sure we all fry?
This my spot and I call 5′s
Gotta chick next to me hog tied
Every single bitch in the vicinity better duck for cover
The fucking second that the dog bite
Ain't nobody crazier than Chris
I’ma fuck the game raw and have a baby in this bitch
So just follow to the dark side
GPS, type it in
And you will never end up goin' home again

[Hook]
Take a walk into the dark side
I don’t know just where I'm going, but so far it’s been a hell of a ride
Welcome to the dark side
There’s a devil in all us all you gotta do is just let it inside
Welcome to the dark side

[Emilio Rojas]
It’s 2012, and I'm boning everything raw, I'm fucking the world in it
I'm running and AIDS clinic on a mission to get a new girlfriend
And I'm in that waiting room I got em edible arrangements
Cuz nothin' says let’s fuck with no rubber like fruit bouquets bitch
No WWJD (nah) everyone of my brothers are crazy (nah)
It wasn’t my mother who raised me (nah)
I come from the gutter that made me, huh?
From the Roc where the blocks is bad
And kids go to school through Zombie Land
Even though them all live in Crombie Land
And nah they don’t get drunk they hit Molly man
Meth heads on they death beds
Chicken heads livin' for their nest eggs
Her mother was strugglin' with addiction
So she been into drugs since she breast fed
So depressant and they ain't no exception
No cold edge, just co-defendants
Vacant buildings with their full attendece, with vacant stairs, you got no expression
Take you there if you want, I got demons boy they do haunt
Seein' people havin' that tone, now that’s the reason we all flaunt
I was born with nothin' I’ma die for somethin'
Otherwise I done been alive for nothin'
I earned it all they provided nothin', even if I have to join the dark side and touch it

[Hook]

[Sample]
Your arrogance blinds you, Master Yoda
Now you will experience the full power of the dark side

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Is It Alright lyrics - Chris Webby Is It Alright

[Intro]

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
Listen babe is it alright if I spend my night beside you
Cause this liquor got me feelin' like I maybe really like you
But I'm not the Prince Charming you been waitin' for to find you
I might seem like I'm the one but shit it's only for tonight, boo
I do this on the regular baby it's not despite you
That's just how I live my life and you know it as well as I do
Come on, did you honestly think that Webby would wife you
Shit I got my own personal problems I'm tryna fight through
Kickin' drugs that's easier said than done
And tryna keep my head straight when I be out on a run
On the road doin' shows tryna stack my funds
Got 99 problems and trust me you're not one
So I'm sorry boo but you know I got a fuckin' job to do
My heart is off limits so my dick is all I got for you
Don't get it confused I love bangin' you out
But that's the only time you'll hear love comin' out of my mouth, out

[Hook: Nikkiya]
Is it alright if I kick it with you all night
Is it alright
Is it alright
Is it alright if I have to leave at sunrise
Is it alright
Is it alright with you

[Verse 2:]
Since we met I been the headlights and baby you were the deer
So caught up in who I was you weren't seein' nothin' clear
But I'm focused on myself and tryna make a career
So just ignore those sweet nothings that I whispered in your ear
Cause one second I'm in then the next I'm outta town
You'd be foolish if you thought I'd think of settlin' down
Doin's hows and pickin' the hottest girl from the crowd
I'm young and famous yo, of course I get around
At least I keeps it real with you, no need for tellin' lies
So if I break your heart don't ask why
And I know you're catchin' feelings for me I can see it in your eyes
When I got your ankles over my shoulder smackin' your thighs
I gave relationships a couple of tries
And learned it wasn't for me so you just gotta realize
That's why when you text me you never get a reply
We can have fun tonight, but I'm out by sunrise (yeah)

[Hook]

[Outro: DJ Drama]
Yeah, Chris Webby
Bars on me, get your bars up
Our bars on full service like a cell phone
Ya'll shit out of service (haha)

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Whatever I Like lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Jon Connor)

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
Webby back up in this bitch, running at the fucking lip
Proud to be American? Huh, yo fuck the government
The president ain't doing shit
And everybody knows, a fucking country is controlled by corporations, CEO's
Tell me how they locking people up for 20 bags of 'dro
The people making laws the biggest criminals on the globe
Feeling is different now that I'm old enough to see right through the media
And search to find the truth through all the bullshit that they feeding us
Kids today are learning what they know from Wikipedia
And take whatever pills the fucking doctor says you need in ya
Generation RX, now I'm fucking dependent
On attention medications cause I've been on em since I was seven
Now we need Adderall to wake up, an Ambien to sleep
Vicodin to ease the pain and steroids if you're feeling weak
And everybody on the street is on their phones like they don't give a damn
And kids are learning social skills from Facebook and Instagram
So I light up a doobie and exhale, blowin smoke up in the sky
While I'm looking at chemtrails
With grimy politicians and twisted Mayan predictions
I'm like fuck it, let me just enjoy my time while I'm living
The shit is got me saying

[Hook]
I don’t give a fuck if you don’t like me
You’ll never find another motherfucker like me
Somebody stepping to the kid is unlikely, so bite me
I do whatever I like, with these words that I write
Soon as I pick up a mic, I do whatever I like
Bitch I do whatever I like

[Verse 2: Jon Connor]
I'm so fly my attitude has take me to a cruising altitude
Of a view that will show you how a falcon moves
I got no rules I'm not prohibited or limited
Excuse me if I'm offending you, suck my dick my people is feelin it
Feminine feelings about my opinions just let me know that I'll be scarier
Free style equal free speech; I thought this was America
America, home of the free, land of the brave
I'm at home on the stage, I fuck your head up
Like trying to run a comb through the braids
A dog in the rap game and still ain't got no bone thrown in my cage
A fucking immature juvenile, only thing wrong is my age
And you won’t sit you’ll see sick like the boat rocking on waves
And honestly I gotta be a paranoid
Cause I watch my iPhone but I feel like my iPhone is watching me
I'm in a whirl-wind, I wonder where the world went
Cause that motherfucker can help you find me faster than my girl can
And this world is fucking up, this world is fucking us
Technology fucked us up, and Siri you're a fucking slut
The way this world turning is beyond me
Between the economy, astrology, and bath salt zombies, I'm like

[Hook]
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Dangerous lyrics - Chris Webby

Drinkin..smokin..poppin..ro­llin..
Fuckin till my condoms broken
Stackin chips and bangin chicks
We livin life so dangerous now lets go

Uh yeah
Webby back and I told you what
Get up on the stage and the show is nuts
Microphone in my cobra clutch, what
Jack frost on the beat cuz I be too cold to touch
Hit em with the rhythm that be dope as fuck
Baby girl hit your knees and open up
CT vandal, and I never gave a shit don't plan to
Cuz I'm here to make a splash like Shamoo
Damn you ran through any competition that I can do
Can you figure the flow and keep pace
Joints rolled up to the face
Turn up the bass till my windows break
Flow well done lemme reaise the stakes
Since '88 I been a mother fuckin monster man
Had headphones on in my sonogram
Came out so mean that the doctor ran
And had a full ass diaper of contraband
God damn, I'm killing the flow thats the plan
Fuckin every girl I can
Ball like jordan, space jam
Pass me the rock and I'll hit em with the slam
D-d-done bass line comin out the trunk
Always stay drunk with a full ass blunt
Money up front, chasing cheddar
Can't stop be bitch I'm way to clever
Gimme a beat, no one can blaze it better
Spit so cold I can change the weather
Bitch I'll be living this way forever
Wait till the game get a taste of Webster

Drinkin..smokin..poppin..ro­llin..
Fuckin till my condoms broken
Stackin chips and bangin chicks
We livin life so dangerous now lets go

Uh yeah
Lemme go ahead and do it like this now
Sit down making the beat my bitch now
Hit it with that right hook, chris brown
Take down your chick around the hips
Lean back with a sticky ass pound of piff
This real hip hop no counterfit
So put some drank in your cup, bounce to this
And get loud as shit, t-rex raw
Imma tape in and I eject yours
Banging the fuck outta the girl next door
Too smart, and I might just check my test scores
Rock with the flow and a round of bets
Always on the grind no time to rest
Your girlfriend asked me if I could sign her chest
And then I worked her out like a P90X
I just sign the cheque, and them I make them bills
Shit, and I don't even got no deal
I know who I am and I keeps it real
So damn fresh haven't cracked the seal
King of the kill, wreck with the words
Proved I'm the mother fucking best in the burbs
Step to me, then you bound to get served
No entree dish, I'm a full dessert
I just put in that work, nine to five
Jet pack flow, time to fly
No such thing as kinda high
Burnt down all day thats what I decide
Yee, its C.W.
And we rollin in the whip when I'm coming through
We’re drinking pop another pill or two
And I'll be lovin, my life, bitch how about you
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