[Hook] Drinkin’, smokin’, poppin’, rollin’ Fuckin’ ‘till my condom’s broken Stackin’ chips, and bangin’ chicks We livin’ life so dangerous, now let’s go!
[Verse 1: Chris Webby] Uhh, yeah Webby back and I told you what Get up on the stage and I show his nuts Microphone and my Kobra Klutch What, Jack Frost on the beat cause I be too cold to touch Hit ‘em with the rhythm that be dope as fuck Baby girl hit your knees and open up CT Vandal, and I never gave a shit don’t plan to Cause I’m here to make a splash like Shamu Damn you, ran through, any competition that I can do 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, let me raise the stakes Since '88 I been a mother fuckin’ 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 killin’ the flow that’s the plan Fuckin’ every girl I can Ball like Jordan; Space Jam Pass me the rock and I’ll hit ‘em with a slam D-d-done, bass line coming out the drum Always stay drunk with a full-ass blunt Money up front, chasing cheddar Can’t stop me, bitch, I’m way too clever Give me a beat, no one could lace it better Spit so cold I could change the weather Bitch I’ll be living this way forever Wait ‘till the game get a taste of Webster
[Hook] Drinkin’, smokin’, poppin’, rollin’ Fuckin’ ‘till my condom’s broken Stackin’ chips, and bangin’ chicks We livin’ life so dangerous, now let’s go!
[Verse 2: Chris Webby] Uhh, yeah Let me go ahead and do it like this now Sit down, makin' a beat my bitch now Hit it with that right hook; Chris Brown Deck down you chick, around the hips Lean back with a sticky ass pound of piff This real hip-hop, no counterfeit Put some drink in your cup; bounce with this Get loud as shit; T-Rex roar Put my tape in, and I eject yours Bangin’ the fuck out of the girl next door Too smart and I might just check my test scores Rock with a flow and I rhyme the best Always on the grind no time to rest Your girlfriend asked me if I could sign her chest Then I worked her out like a P90x I just sign the cheque, 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; rep with the words Proved I’m the mother fucking best in the burbs Step to me then you bound to get served No entrée dish or a full dessert I just put in that work; 9 to 5 Jetpack flow; time to fly No such thing as kind of high Burn it down all day, that’s what I decide Yeah, it’s CW Hear me rollin’ in the whip when we comin’ through We drinkin’; pop another pill or two And I be loving my life, bitch, how about you?
[Hook] Drinkin’, smokin’, poppin’, rollin’ Fuckin’ ‘till my condom’s broken Stackin’ chips, and bangin’ chicks We livin’ life so dangerous, now let’s go!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
