Chris Webby - Down Right Lyrics
[Intro]Yea, yea. Cause we came to get down right. Yea, yea, yea (clears throat)[Hook]Cause we came to get down right, yeaEyes low from the weed we roll and I'm in my zoneCause we came to get down right, yeaRide slow, with the bass up mo', till the speakers blowCause we came to get down rightDamn right, sloppy sloppy drunkAnd we came to get down rightDamn right, green up in my bluntThis what it sounds like (x2)I don't know about you, but I came to get down right[Verse 1]Three below, cold on the scene when I freak the flowFull zip lock, got the weed to roll, thick chick with the double d's leaving o-Ver my center console in my vehicle, unzip my pants, give my jeans a pullAnd even though, I put a little MDMA in your mom's martini (she ain't even know it)We back to rip it, I'm classic, it's past terrificI'm smashing these whack rappers, and clash with criticsAt the same time, I'm rolling up grass and hit it, and drinking liquor till they telling me I'm past the limitI'm half smashed and half baked, with accur-ate, flow that's so damn hot I'll evaporateLet me elaborate, I'm with your chick in the back on my lap doing things that her dad would hate, so get[Hook]Cause we came to get down right, yeaEyes low from the weed we roll and I'm in my zoneCause we came to get down right, yeaRide slow, with the bass up mo', till the speakers blowCause we came to get down rightDamn right, sloppy sloppy drunkAnd we came to get down rightDamn right, green up in my bluntThis what it sounds like (x2)I don't know about you, but I came to get down right[Verse 2]Webby up next, success on the front stepsTicking time bomb, someone dial up Funk FlexTime to set me off *****, none left when the dust setsGot em upset, that I do it this big, white kid that'll never give a ***** lessThat'll never pass a drug test, cause I came to get down right man, why you up left?Hutt one, hutt two, let it go yo, Tony Romo with a bag full of homegrownAnd my hat down so low, you can't even tell it's me up in the mother *****ing photos, yo (yo)Tell them wait a minute, when I'm waking up fully faded with a ***** chick it'sMy memory, and uhh, I forgot your name, what is it?(Are you kidding?) Sorry girl that's the way I'm livin, so get[Hook]Cause we came to get down right, yeaEyes low from the weed we roll and I'm in my zoneCause we came to get down right, yeaRide slow, with the bass up mo', till the speakers blowCause we came to get down rightDamn right, sloppy sloppy drunkAnd we came to get down rightDamn right, green up in my bluntThis what it sounds like (x2)I don't know about you, but I came to get down right[Bridge](Piano solo played by Remo the Hitmaker)This is what is sounds like (x3)Yea[Hook]Cause we came to get down right, yeaEyes low from the weed we roll and I'm in my zoneCause we came to get down right, yeaRide slow, with the bass up mo', till the speakers blowCause we came to get down rightDamn right, sloppy sloppy drunkAnd we came to get down rightDamn right, green up in my bluntThis what it sounds like (x2)I don't know about you, but I came to get down right
