Chris Webby - What I Do - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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[Verse 1: Chris Webby] Stay chuggin' on the 40 ounce, brain cells fried Like a clam strip, all day get high Neverending Story, Falcor stay fly Mom's a math teacher, so I gotta multiply Not a mathematician myself so I ride, In my 98 Altima parked outside Hustlin' mixtapes, I’m tryna get by, double U E double B follow with a Y Motha fucka that’s me and I be so cool To be on my level your gonna need a step stool Always been a troublemaker gotta break rules Breakin' every law until they kick me out of school So amped up, you think I’m chuggin jet fuel Chasin' a bottle of moon shine with an O'Doules Since O'Doule rules, let me pull a Billy Madison And have em slippin' on banana peels if they challenge him I"m bafflin' any competitor with what I'm rappin' and The futures lookin' bright I think I’m starin' at a halogen Born in '88, I got it tatted on my abdomen Product of the 90s, everyday practicin' Then it started happenin, turned into a beast Full bred pit with a little Maltese Woof, slaughter any track I see Youve now been warned, you’d better hide your beats [Hook] I'mma never give a fuck about you I’m just doing what I do Murder any beat I put my mind too Thought you knew that’s what I do Rappin on the mike till my face turns blue Through and through that’s what I do That’s what I do [Verse 2: Chris Webby] Stop sleepin' over there, man pass the blunt L ride around town and be back for lunch Got a full plate of beats and some Captain Crunch Mean on the mic, only lost a battle once Everybody else, murked em, cooked it up, served em Pen in hand, I got the dexterity of a surgeon Freestyles burn em, written rhymes flawless Like the names of every Mutant Ninja Turtle, I'm an artist Bitch, nobody stoppin' what I’m sayin' Lyrical display gone shock em like Raiden Everyday ragin', show me where the party’s at Where the bitches where the broads where the hotties at? Where the liquor where the bud, where the Molly at? Where the stage? I'm bouta give the crowd a heart attack Life’s short so you know I gotta live it up Brim low, dutch rolled, I’ma never give a fuck [Hook] [Verse 3: Chris Webby] All I got's my word and my balls just a nerd with a cause Livin' life like a video game, so press pause Double tap X with a shot to the brain Backback square, catch em' with the scorpion chain So get over here bitch, I'll kick em' like Liu Kang And fatality anybody who shits on my name It's that tatted up tyrant, heatin' up the climate Pissin' on these haters like puppies on fire hydrants It's that motherfuckin' Optimus Rhyme Full bottle of pills, blunted with a bottle of wine Fully transform bout to take over the game soon Ain't’ no mothafucka I’m afraid to bring the flame to Got em rotisserie while I be smokin' piffery Makin' words connect like letters written in calligraphy Not a person here steppin' in my shoes Cause see Webbys back, and this is what I do (Hook)
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