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Chris Webby - Get Loose Lyrics

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  • Yeah, haha. It's Chris Webby. Yeah.
  • Static on the beat.
  • Baby I get loose,
  • I get loose.
  • You know what I mean?
  • I'm feelin' good,
  • Real good.
  • Uh huh, yeah. Yeah.
  • It's that human dictionary,
  • Webby's always rapping A to Z.
  • Never smart to play with me
  • The flow is never A to G [?].
  • My style is indescribable
  • So nobody can label me.
  • Get loose with a bottle of goose,
  • Rollin' an eighth of weed.
  • Step to me,
  • Then I'm prepared for war.
  • 'Cause I'm a ninja
  • So you know I'm down to carry a sword.
  • In the lead,
  • So my competitors stare at the score.
  • While I'll be gettin' high like Chewbacca
  • And Harrison Ford.
  • Immature,
  • Yeah, sure
  • But I spit that heat.
  • Molten lava off the top,
  • Baby, Dante's peak.
  • I just tighten up my sneaks,
  • And I stomp that beat.
  • Build a butcher
  • Don't even know if you want that beef.
  • I get loose like the crotch of my jeans.
  • So complex when I rap.
  • Can't even tell what a lot of it means.
  • But I be gettin' to the top
  • By any possible means.
  • With that audio crack rock
  • I got for the fiend.
  • I get loose,
  • In the booth
  • And I'm at it again.
  • So get ready for the show
  • Baby gather your friends.
  • It's that foul mouth white boy
  • Back to offend
  • Everybody that I can.
  • Where's my pad and a pen?
  • I get loose
  • With the flow
  • Never air to my words.
  • CT on my back,
  • And I'm reppin' for sure.
  • Anybody and everybody can tell
  • It's my turn.
  • So I'm a show these people why Webby's
  • The best in the burbs.
  • I roll the dice like Jumanji,
  • No Robin Williams,
  • But I'll have a pack of animals
  • Stampeding through your lobby.
  • I'm the son of Zeus,
  • Webby spit it godly.
  • I'm a good fella,
  • Play the roll of Tommy.
  • With a couple of zannies
  • In my system
  • And a Callanie [?]
  • I'll be wallin' out of control.
  • I *****in' dare you to stop me.
  • I'm edgier
  • Than complicated origami.
  • Throwin' fists,
  • I'm the opposite of Gandhi.
  • Never be wack,
  • I'm head of the pack,
  • I'm leveling tracks.
  • Etc, you step in the ring,
  • I'm sending you back.
  • You'll be lucky if you leave
  • And then your head is attached.
  • When I attack the nervous system
  • With these venemous tracks.
  • Stay loose with the laces on my boots,
  • Living proof,
  • That hip-hop ain't dead,
  • It evolved to something new.
  • So call the army
  • And bring out the damn tanks.
  • 'Cause that's all she wrote
  • Diary of Anne Frank.
  • I get loose,
  • In the booth
  • And I'm at it again.
  • So get ready for the show
  • Baby gather your friends.
  • It's that foul mouth white boy
  • Back to offend
  • Everybody that I can.
  • Where's my pad and a pen?
  • I get loose
  • With the flow
  • Never air to my words.
  • CT on my back,
  • And I'm reppin' for sure.
  • Anybody and everybody can tell
  • It's my turn.
  • So I'm a show these people why Webby's
  • The best in the burbs.
  • Yeah.

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