Chris Webby - Certified Lyrics
I don't have a Master's or Bachelor's, just a certificate sayin' "Certified Rapper", fresh, fly, and dapperCracker with cheese, and Connecticut steez, ***** I'm cooler than a summertime breeze, hoe pleaseIn my jeans two cahones you better respect, you couldn't get me with a net I'm the deadliest catchThe record labels ever seen, lettin' off steam, sippin' lean, American jumpin' beanI'm a fiend for the opposite sex, when I put your feet up by your neck, baby make us both sweatYes, I'm a damn dog like a Labrador, everyday I'm baggin' whores, ***** you think I'm rappin' for?And so what I be comin' out of Connecticut? I'm sick of rappers gettin' big with no prerequisitesI be certified check the rap sheet, while other kids were math geeks and athletes, I was a rap freak'Cause you know that I'm about to get it poppin' no start button for you, there's no optionSippin' a concoction, I'm no boy from Boston, the tristates ridin' with me, and stay rockin'Never spit a flow that you won't feel, givin' you the news, *****in' April O'NeillGot a Casey Jones flow, baby you can never doubt me, ten foot dick, balls bigger than Lebowski[Chorus:]***** I'm certified whatchu think about that? Cause' half these cats nowadays can't even rapBaby I be certified, this is just a fact, freestyle, written, whatever it's all crack.Baby I be certified, goin' to the top, cause' I can actually spit this ain't no popBaby I be certified, make the crowd rock and do it all out of my love for this hip hopBaby I be certifiedBe certified, yes I be certified so if you comin' with the beef, then I'll be servin' friesMurder guys with the style I run, from here to kingdom come and then some son (what?)Professor Plum with the candle stick, killin' beats yo I'm on my Charles Manson shitHardcore, yo they softer than the Hanson clique, get buns everyday another random chickGot my own lingo, never understanding others, roll deep with a mutha*****in' band of brothersSo flawless you'll be thinkin' "Uh, can he stutter? ", nah not this slick-tongued panty-stufferYou'd think Einstein lived in my house, get brains all day cause that's what wisdom's aboutSummer Sanders sucked my dick until I Figured It Out, and then I sent her back to Nick with my kids in her mouth'Cause you know I get it done d-d-done-d-done over any beat, just give me any one w-w-one-w-oneWith styles vicious got you wanna *****in' run-r-run, cause there's a lot of money, all I want is suh-s-suh-s-suh-s-suh-s-someAnd I'm back-b-back givin' hip hop somethin' that it lack-l-lacks, a little creativity up on the tra-tr-trackWebby's certified no debatin' that-th-that-th-that-th-that[Chorus]Baby I be certified, certified, certified
