Chris Webby - Goin' Down Lyrics
Yeah, Webby (haha)Uh uh(All the right friends in all the wrong places)Yeah yeah yeah yeah(Everybody knows, everybody knows where we're goin')We goin' we goin' we goin' (yeah, we're goin' down)[Verse 1:]We goin' down, town to town the whole courtEast to west side, got fan supportI serve 'em with the music like a delicatessenWhat will I do next, got Connecticut guessin'Leave a hell of an impression, my words are my weaponsNow that my name's stretchin' they startin' to feel threatenedI'm rowdy, I'm rough around the edges and I'm recklessRock mics from New York, Philly to TexasEat rappers for breakfast, murder a beatGot peoples from Florida to Old Orchard BeachUp north, but of course I show up with a teamRoll deep like e-pills on submarinesBlow up scene, half and half I need cream (or C.R.E.A.M.?)So I can add some thickness to the pockets of my jeansOne day I'll be on that TV screenBut until then I'm chillin', just livin' the dream like(All the right friends in all the wrong places)Yeah yeah yeah yeah(Everybody knows, everybody knows where we're goin')We goin' we goin' we goin' (yeah, we're goin' down)[Verse 2:]We goin' down like a light switch, we on that hype shitMiddle fingers aren't concerned about politenessRip mics righteous, who could not like thisEagle in the sky while you birds still flightlessDo nothin' but travel, flowin' 'n' suchGot girls across the east side blowin' me up (bling bling)They all got Chris Webby in the tape deckJersey Shore to my mama cita in (Great Neck?)Sorority girls from Hofstra to AdelphiDown in L.I. they bumpin' that Webb YAnd I'll make sure that they all are prettyGot a Barbie bitty down in (Gardner City?)I guess I got hoes in different area codesCT two-oh-three to eight-six-ohAnd how could I complain about gettin' laid off of mixtapesEven though I probably got kids in like six states(All the right friends in all the wrong places)Yeah yeah yeah yeah(Everybody knows, everybody knows where we're goin')We goin' we goin' we goin' (yeah, we're goin' down)[Verse 3:]We goin' down like the temperature in winterA skinny white boy inked up, no printerCT Simba, knock 'em down yellin' out "Timber! "For those who support all of my ninjaThat's what it is, I'm here to make it pop offLyrical hot sauce too dirty to wash offI'm a boss with suburban swagSpittin' since I had a *****in' pet hermit crabI'm burnin' bags, turn in a swervin' cabTo the school of hard knocks (capitalize that?) where I learned to bragAnd when we roll up to show our face***** I'm walkin' in the door like I own the placeJust gimme one mic, I'm the dopest lookHow to Be a White Rapper - I wrote the bookAnd that's just how it is, and that's just how it beSo keep doin' you, everybody lovin' meYeah(All the right friends in all the wrong places)Yeah yeah yeah yeah(Everybody knows, everybody knows where we're goin')We goin' we goin' we goin' (yeah, we're goin' down)(All the right friends in all the wrong places)Eh eh eh ehm, yeah, Webby(Everybody knows, everybody knows where we're goin')We goin' we goin' we goin' (yeah, we're goin' down)We goin' downUnderclassman, Chris Webby, CT, holla
