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drinkin..smokin..poppin..rollin.. fuckin till my condoms broken stackin chips and bangin chicks we livin life so dangerous, now lets go! Uh, yeah! Webbys back and I told you! What? get up on stage and our show is nuts microphone and my cobra clutch, what? Jack Frost on the beat 'cause I be too cold to touch hit em with a rhythm let be dope as fuck baby girl hit your knees and open up CT vandal, and I never give a shit, don't plan to 'cause I'm here to make a splash like Shamoo "Damn! You ran through any competition that I hand you!" can you figure the flow and keep pace? joints rolled up to the face, turn up the bass till my windows break flow well done cause we raised the stakes Since '88 I've been the motherfucking monster, man.. had headphones on in my sonogram came out so mean that the doctor ran and had a full-ass diaper of contraband God damn, I'm killing the flow, that's the plan I'm fuckin every girl I can bawling like Jordan, Space-Jam. pass me the rock and Ill hit em with a slam D-D-DUMB baseline coming out the trunk always stay drunk with a full-ass blunt money up front, chasing chedder can't stop me bitch, I'm way too clever give me a beat no other place ain't better spit so cold I can change the weather Bitch! I've been living this way forever! Wait till the game get a taste of Webster. drinkin..smokin..poppin..rollin.. fuckin till my condoms broken stackin chips and bangin chicks we livin life so dangerous, now lets go! Uh, yeah! let me go ahead and do it like this now sit down. making me beat my bitch now hit her with that right hook, Chris Brown. take down your chick around the hips lean back with a sticky ass pound of piff this real hip-hop no counterfeit put some drink in ya cup, bounce to this and get loud as shit, T-REX ROAR put my tape in and I eject yours bangin the fuck outa the girl next door too smart then I might just check my test scores rock with a flow when I'm round the best always on the grind, no time to rest your girlfriend ask me if I can sign her chest and then I worked her out like a P90-X I just sign the check, and then I make them bills.. shit.. and I don't even got no deal I know who I am, and I keeps it REAL so damn fresh haven't cracked the seal king of the hill, wreck with the words prove who the mothafuckin Best In The Burbs step to me and you bound to get served no entr'ee dish or a cold dessert I just put in that work, 9 to 5 jet-pack flow, time to fly no such thing as "kind-of high" "burnt down all day", that's what I decide YEAH ! IT'S C.W. we be rollin in the whip when I'm coming through we're drinking poppin another pill or two and I'll be lovin my life, bitch how about you drinkin..smokin..poppin..rollin.. fuckin till my condoms broken stackin chips and bangin chicks we livin life so dangerous, now lets go! |