Chris Webby - Get Down Lyrics
(feat. OnCue)Let me get my fresh on,Next on deck.I just breeze through easy,I haven't stopped yet.People give me damagesOf sign of respect for me.Doin' my damn thingWithout breaking a sweat.Look at me now,I'm doing it,That's word on my life.Even this bummy ass white boyCan clean up nice.Button up onHat crooked to the right.Don't gotta look in the mirror'Cause I know that I'm tight.Right?I'm just here to have a hell of a nightAnd I'm ready to get twistedGrab the L and a light.I know this hip hop game'sJust a roll of the dice.But I know that I'm nice,That's why I'm holding the mic.Flowin' precise,Whoever knew this stoner could write?And spit venom,Get ready for the cobra to strike.The end of the night,Shit,It ain't nowhere in sight.So stay rockin' with your boy'Cause the future look bright.So we get down,Bottles in the air,Dutch full of the kushAnd my people everywhere.And we get down,Swag on high,Windows low,Base bumpin' in the ride.So we get down,Ladies lookin' sexy as hell.You want a good time?The Webby as well.So we get down,Fill another cup.'Cause we goin' from nowTill the sun come up.What?I get downLike I never wanna get up.I'll never let up,But keep my head up,Dead up,Fed up,But not having my bread up.But still I'm going all in*****Put your bed up.Shred upAny track given to me.It ain't hard for all my dogsAnd my women to seeThat I can't wait to be kingSimba's living in me.So I'm a roll with it.Kill 'em all subliminally.Don't even try gettin' at meIt just ain't worth it.'Cause I ain't never seen a mother *****erBeat perfect.Got my own titleAnd I damn sure heardThat ain't nothing I got nowI didn't deserve *****.My feet left the surface of Earth'Cause I'm too flyAnd I don't ever have to come down,Do I?Who I be,W-E-double B-YNow who's *****ing with me?So we get down,Bottles in the air,Dutch full of the kushAnd my people everywhere.And we get down,Swag on high,Windows low,Base bumpin' in the ride.So we get down,Ladies lookin' sexy as hell.You want a good time?The Webby as well.So we get down,Fill another cup.'Cause we goin' from nowTill the sun come up.What?Get down,Like your girl on her kneesAnd I got it in my carWhen we shootin' a breezeAnd I wish I can leaveThe snow and the leavesAnd see the palm trees,Get blown by mommies.And if y'all don't sayMy dick's bigger than Tom Lee,And I'm tryin' to get a pieceLike my name's Ghandi.Got my own shake,Ridin' behind meMy back seat's big enoughSo get inside me.I murder this rap shit,Murder this rap shit.Rollin' out the club likeStuck in the trap *****.Tell all these dudesDon't jack my tactics.Bubby, I got you.You don't got to ask it.Just wipe 'em offLike a god damn napkin.WhateverThese dudesShouldn't even be rapping,See,Me and you gotta purpose.They should be at Mickeys (McDonalds)Flippin' up burgers.So we get down,Bottles in the air,Dutch full of the kushAnd my people everywhere.And we get down,Swag on high,Windows low,Base bumpin' in the ride.So we get down,Ladies lookin' sexy as hell.You want a good time?The Webby as well.So we get down,Fill another cup.'Cause we goin' from nowTill the sun come up.What?
