[Hook:] Got the weed in my dutch, liquor in my cup But I never gave a fuck So you know I'm ready to go You know I'm ready to go Got my speakers turned up, rattle in my trunk But I never gave a fuck So you know I'm ready to go You know I'm ready to go
[Verse 1 - Chris Webby:] I've been ready to go, full sprint, I'm ahead of the flow Strap C-4 to my chest, know that Webby'll blow I've had this mean demeanor in me since forever ago Nothin' but green lights ahead, I push the pedal and go A veteran pro, veins pump seven below And will cruise until he got it, never settlin' so I'm ready to go, movin' quickly in my pole position No one holdin' Christian, more venomous than a cobra spittin' Crush you, no position, with the illest and dopest rhythm Cause they soft, weak-hearted and wack with no ambition I'm Obi Wan Kanobi with the flow you can't control me I'm a mixture of Paulie, Christopher, Sylvio and Tony An honorary Soprano, with mono y mono With Castallano, and hit 'em with a Liu Kang combo Skin tone blanco Though when I get up on the beat, I spit 'til I'm blue in the face lookin' like Ganzo
[Hook:] Got the weed in my dutch, liquor in my cup But I never gave a fuck So you know I'm ready to go You know I'm ready to go Got my speakers turned up, rattle in my trunk But I never gave a fuck So you know I'm ready to go You know I'm ready to go
[Verse 2 - Googie GoHard:] Okay, what's good, Chris, thanks for lettin' me on this song They'll catch a buzz for light-years, to infinity and beyond My affinity falls, the liquor has been bitter sweet all along Though to the best of my abilities, then breeze homie, I'm gone Let's get it Webby, son, I'm ready to go Just drop me off at the liquor store to get some Henny to pour I hope in CT they got that good Heavy to smoke (Shitstain) Well I'm dope, thanks for lettin' me know I'm a cocky young wordsmith, stickin' to the cursin' And tryna make my word fit in one of these bird's lips I see you hawkin', pigeon for the squawkin' But when I give her the rooster she diggin' them eagle claws in I'm leaving with back scratches, bruises and open gashes Jesus, I'm looking like Christ from the Passion Rock new clothes but a nigga old-fashioned Hit it, then she runnin' back, yeah, Bo Jackson
[Hook:] Got the weed in my dutch, liquor in my cup But I never gave a fuck So you know I'm ready to go You know I'm ready to go Got my speakers turned up, rattle in my trunk But I never gave a fuck So you know I'm ready to go You know I'm ready to go
[Verse 3 - Chris Webby:] Yeah, yeah, I'm not like these punks who lack hustle I'm big, they weaker than Stephen Hawking's calf muscles Nothin' but trouble with a dub up in my bubbler Hotter than summer under a Goosedown comforter Hennessy up in my cup still I never stutter words THC runnin' through my jugular, fuckin' serve Anybody who thinks I'm just a gimmick, I spit it how I live it That's why everyone on Twitter had to click it I'm the raider of the lost ark Make the DJ bring it back like a false start This ain't a fallacy, my dude, cause I can truly flow And play the hand I was dealt, somethin' like Yu-Gi-Oh Since a long time ago, spittin' freestyle or flow Drunk with a pen in my hand like Edgar Allen Poe And I won't stop 'til I'm a millionaire Put the pieces together, bitch, Build-A-Bear
[Hook x2:] Got the weed in my dutch, liquor in my cup But I never gave a fuck So you know I'm ready to go You know I'm ready to go Got my speakers turned up, rattle in my trunk But I never gave a fuck So you know I'm ready to go You know I'm ready to go
[Outro:] 2010, Chris Webby, Googie GoHardTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
