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
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]
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]
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]
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!
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!
[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]
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!
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]
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
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
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
Dinner And A Movie lyrics - Chris Webby
Ye ye yeah
It all started when I met her couldn't help but to sweat her
She was bad - so I hit her with that "hey, I'm Chris Webster"
Spit a little game had some drinks when I left her
She handed me a number and suggested that I texted her
Weeks went by and I'm scrolling through my whole index
Saw the name Susie so I send her an emoji text - kissy face
Then I got an "oh hey you", "what up yo"
"Nothing boo, let's get drunk, come through"
Get her address and I GPS'ed it
Thinking we gon' have some drink and dinner over Netflix
Maybe smoke a joint, then later have some sex with
Her, not knowing that she's crazy and obsessive
Got there, she had four cats now I got alarms going
Off in my brain but she was hot so I ignored 'em
Posters of me on her wall now my eyes open
To the fact this bitch is psycho now the shit is really showing
I had one drink and my eyes got lower
Speak started slurring and my mind got slower
Then I realized I got roofied and I'm fucking fell over
"Welcome here, silly pants, come sit with me on the sofa"
"FUCK, this is not good, Chris, hold it together, dude"
"Now you're mine, Christian, we'll be together forever boo"
"This is bad, this is bad, I can't even stand yo"
Then my vision cuts to black, like the end of The Sopranos
I met a girl once, her name was Susie
Little did I know that she already knew me
I got a number and I hollered in a few weeks
Unaware she was a bad shit groupie
Went to her house, tryna get some gucci
Had a drink and I started feeling woozy
Then I realized, I got roofied
And I just thought we'd get some dinner and a movie
Woke up the next day, handcuffed to aheadboard
Butt ass naked, hickies everywhere
Neck sore, dick sore, leg sore
This is what I get for trustin' bitches
When I break free, oh you gone get yours
Vision blurry and my memory's shitty
In a dark ass basement, where the fuck is she?
Probably upstairs with her cats, watching Sex and the City
I need to break free, come on now, Webby be widdy
See my pants on the ground and I grab 'em with my foot
Kick 'em up to where my hands are at, let's get ourselves a look
What do you know, I got an adderal up in my left pocket
So I popped it, (da dada dadah) don't need a locksmith
Rip those cuffs off like Kong in captivity
Put my socks on and hear "No, you can't freaking leave, you're all mine"
"Crazy ass bitch, are you kidding me?"
Then she pulled a steak knife out and tried sticking me
I ran around and then I sprinted up the fucking stairs
Still wearing only my socks, not even my underwear
She's chasing me and I can't remember where the door is
She made it to the kitchen, throwing silverware a fork hit
My bare dick - then I took a spoon to my left nut
"You wanna play bitch, okay, well guess what?"
But I had nothing to follow that statement
So I started to charge her at the full speed buttnaked
I met a girl once, her name was Susie
Little did I know that she already knew me
I got a number and I hollered in a few weeks
Unaware she was a bad shit groupie
Went to her house, tryna get some gucci
Had a drink and I started feeling woozy
Then I realized, I got roofied
And I just thought we'd get some dinner and a movie
I was halfway to her then her cats start attacking me
Swiping at my penis, jumping on my back scratching me
Grab 'em by the tail, and I swung 'em like some nun-chucks
Ron Jeremy style, beat those pussies the fuck up
"Don't hurt my fucking cats, I'll kill you, I really will yo"
Then I tackled her ass through a glass window
We fell down, she looked around and grabbed a sharp glass shard
And stabbed me in the ribs, then she stabbed me in the abs hard
Then she broke away, I started bleeding out
And I seen her runnin' towards the fucking neighbours house
Grabbed a stick up off the lawn and threw it hard
Done, she stumbled, tripped and fell face down in the neighbours garden
Caught up to this bitch, step up in some mud and slipped
Laying in the grass "someone call 9-1-1 quick"
Looked and seen Susie knocked out on a damn tomato plant
Neighbours calling cops and reporting a crazy naked man
Drag myself bleedin' right up to the driveway
Got quick in my car and hit top speed on the highway
Made it to the hospital, bloody, nude and exhausted
Almost didn't make it, the doctor just couldn't call it
But I did and I never heard from Susie again
Now I'll never touch another fucking groupie again
Never be that fucking thirsty for the gucci again
And meet a chick for dinner and a fucking movie again
It all started when I met her couldn't help but to sweat her
She was bad - so I hit her with that "hey, I'm Chris Webster"
Spit a little game had some drinks when I left her
She handed me a number and suggested that I texted her
Weeks went by and I'm scrolling through my whole index
Saw the name Susie so I send her an emoji text - kissy face
Then I got an "oh hey you", "what up yo"
"Nothing boo, let's get drunk, come through"
Get her address and I GPS'ed it
Thinking we gon' have some drink and dinner over Netflix
Maybe smoke a joint, then later have some sex with
Her, not knowing that she's crazy and obsessive
Got there, she had four cats now I got alarms going
Off in my brain but she was hot so I ignored 'em
Posters of me on her wall now my eyes open
To the fact this bitch is psycho now the shit is really showing
I had one drink and my eyes got lower
Speak started slurring and my mind got slower
Then I realized I got roofied and I'm fucking fell over
"Welcome here, silly pants, come sit with me on the sofa"
"FUCK, this is not good, Chris, hold it together, dude"
"Now you're mine, Christian, we'll be together forever boo"
"This is bad, this is bad, I can't even stand yo"
Then my vision cuts to black, like the end of The Sopranos
I met a girl once, her name was Susie
Little did I know that she already knew me
I got a number and I hollered in a few weeks
Unaware she was a bad shit groupie
Went to her house, tryna get some gucci
Had a drink and I started feeling woozy
Then I realized, I got roofied
And I just thought we'd get some dinner and a movie
Woke up the next day, handcuffed to aheadboard
Butt ass naked, hickies everywhere
Neck sore, dick sore, leg sore
This is what I get for trustin' bitches
When I break free, oh you gone get yours
Vision blurry and my memory's shitty
In a dark ass basement, where the fuck is she?
Probably upstairs with her cats, watching Sex and the City
I need to break free, come on now, Webby be widdy
See my pants on the ground and I grab 'em with my foot
Kick 'em up to where my hands are at, let's get ourselves a look
What do you know, I got an adderal up in my left pocket
So I popped it, (da dada dadah) don't need a locksmith
Rip those cuffs off like Kong in captivity
Put my socks on and hear "No, you can't freaking leave, you're all mine"
"Crazy ass bitch, are you kidding me?"
Then she pulled a steak knife out and tried sticking me
I ran around and then I sprinted up the fucking stairs
Still wearing only my socks, not even my underwear
She's chasing me and I can't remember where the door is
She made it to the kitchen, throwing silverware a fork hit
My bare dick - then I took a spoon to my left nut
"You wanna play bitch, okay, well guess what?"
But I had nothing to follow that statement
So I started to charge her at the full speed buttnaked
I met a girl once, her name was Susie
Little did I know that she already knew me
I got a number and I hollered in a few weeks
Unaware she was a bad shit groupie
Went to her house, tryna get some gucci
Had a drink and I started feeling woozy
Then I realized, I got roofied
And I just thought we'd get some dinner and a movie
I was halfway to her then her cats start attacking me
Swiping at my penis, jumping on my back scratching me
Grab 'em by the tail, and I swung 'em like some nun-chucks
Ron Jeremy style, beat those pussies the fuck up
"Don't hurt my fucking cats, I'll kill you, I really will yo"
Then I tackled her ass through a glass window
We fell down, she looked around and grabbed a sharp glass shard
And stabbed me in the ribs, then she stabbed me in the abs hard
Then she broke away, I started bleeding out
And I seen her runnin' towards the fucking neighbours house
Grabbed a stick up off the lawn and threw it hard
Done, she stumbled, tripped and fell face down in the neighbours garden
Caught up to this bitch, step up in some mud and slipped
Laying in the grass "someone call 9-1-1 quick"
Looked and seen Susie knocked out on a damn tomato plant
Neighbours calling cops and reporting a crazy naked man
Drag myself bleedin' right up to the driveway
Got quick in my car and hit top speed on the highway
Made it to the hospital, bloody, nude and exhausted
Almost didn't make it, the doctor just couldn't call it
But I did and I never heard from Susie again
Now I'll never touch another fucking groupie again
Never be that fucking thirsty for the gucci again
And meet a chick for dinner and a fucking movie again
mixtape: "The Checkup" (2014)
- Not Like Me lyrics - Chris Webby
- Chilly lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Fat Trel)
- Trouble lyrics - Chris Webby
- Tread Lightly lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Apathy)
- Good Day lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Jitta On The Track)
- Superhuman lyrics - Chris Webby
- You Dont Really Want It lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Jon Connor Snow, Tha Product)
- Screwed Up lyrics - Chris Webby
- Dirty lyrics - Chris Webby
- Wont Be Today lyrics - Chris Webby (feat. Joe Budden)
Not Like Me lyrics - Chris Webby
[Intro:]
If you're in need of a ghost writer
Not like me
You choke up when you're in the cypher
You're not like me
If you're not constantly dropping fire
You're not like me
Naw naw dude, you're not like-
[Verse 1:]
See Web been big in the game like Shaq O'Neal
Way before I even had no deal
Tune to the broadcast in my Bat-Mobile
And think; Damn, really this is the rap ya'll feel?
The standard has gotten so low, I don't even know
They sellin' out shows and rap about nothing
So now every regular Joe, picks up the mic and they think they can flow
"Wait, all I gotta do is get a couple tats and talk about ass, and titties, and cash?
Hmmm, that doesn't sound hard, ya know what man, I think I'm going to rap" fuck that
They get a laptop with a pro tools pack, spit something' whack
The next big smash, hit number one with the same old trash the last dude did
And we call it rap
What else can I do but say fuck it
I'm really not mad at the rapper for making it
But I get mad at the people who keep up the cycle
Buy into this garbage on iTunes and pay for it
So uhh, if you really wanna save hip-hop, better take your pick
Either support what's real, or get used to the same old shit
[Hook:]
So many people trying to do it, I can't keep up with the names
Just a bunch of carbon copies and they shit is all the same
But regardless of how many other rappers in the game
All I know is that I'll promise one thing
They not like me
They not like me
They not like me
They not like me
They not like me
[Verse 2:]
No matter where the hands on the clock might be
It's my time, so check up on your watch my G
All I need is gym shorts and a stock white t, fuck swag
I'm gonna show you why they not like me
I've had it with rap, ya'll rappers are whack
All that I'm hearing is stacking up cash, and strippers, and bottles, and fatness of ass
Who's fucking buying this crap
So I'm giving you all something new, the shit I do
Ain't never been seen by a kid like you
Inked up white dude with an attitude, hate on, I ain't mad at you
But just check my shoes, I'm a just do it, do what I do
Making this music, drinking my booze, smoking my Buddha
Shit I'm the truth, fuck all your rumors
Fuck you all doing, really what happened
Only a hand full of people are rappin'
Nobody is worried about being dope on the mic
They focusing more on their fashion
Ya'll ain't no emcees yelling about that life, ya'll just frontin'
So I've been sent here to remind you of something
That there's
[Hook]
[Outro:]
They not like me
They not like me
They not like me
They not like me
If you're in need of a ghost writer
Not like me
You choke up when you're in the cypher
You're not like me
If you're not constantly dropping fire
You're not like me
Naw naw dude, you're not like-
[Verse 1:]
See Web been big in the game like Shaq O'Neal
Way before I even had no deal
Tune to the broadcast in my Bat-Mobile
And think; Damn, really this is the rap ya'll feel?
The standard has gotten so low, I don't even know
They sellin' out shows and rap about nothing
So now every regular Joe, picks up the mic and they think they can flow
"Wait, all I gotta do is get a couple tats and talk about ass, and titties, and cash?
Hmmm, that doesn't sound hard, ya know what man, I think I'm going to rap" fuck that
They get a laptop with a pro tools pack, spit something' whack
The next big smash, hit number one with the same old trash the last dude did
And we call it rap
What else can I do but say fuck it
I'm really not mad at the rapper for making it
But I get mad at the people who keep up the cycle
Buy into this garbage on iTunes and pay for it
So uhh, if you really wanna save hip-hop, better take your pick
Either support what's real, or get used to the same old shit
[Hook:]
So many people trying to do it, I can't keep up with the names
Just a bunch of carbon copies and they shit is all the same
But regardless of how many other rappers in the game
All I know is that I'll promise one thing
They not like me
They not like me
They not like me
They not like me
They not like me
[Verse 2:]
No matter where the hands on the clock might be
It's my time, so check up on your watch my G
All I need is gym shorts and a stock white t, fuck swag
I'm gonna show you why they not like me
I've had it with rap, ya'll rappers are whack
All that I'm hearing is stacking up cash, and strippers, and bottles, and fatness of ass
Who's fucking buying this crap
So I'm giving you all something new, the shit I do
Ain't never been seen by a kid like you
Inked up white dude with an attitude, hate on, I ain't mad at you
But just check my shoes, I'm a just do it, do what I do
Making this music, drinking my booze, smoking my Buddha
Shit I'm the truth, fuck all your rumors
Fuck you all doing, really what happened
Only a hand full of people are rappin'
Nobody is worried about being dope on the mic
They focusing more on their fashion
Ya'll ain't no emcees yelling about that life, ya'll just frontin'
So I've been sent here to remind you of something
That there's
[Hook]
[Outro:]
They not like me
They not like me
They not like me
They not like me
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