Chris Webby - Last Of The Real lyrics

[Verse 1 Futuristic] Yo, so i guess I'll smoke So i guess I drink too Free booze for the three dudes Who creep through and freak booze And they shirts is see-through I speak truth and need booze gon' get clarke Kent and superman in the mall That n***a like tall b**hes With brown hair and titties that been augmented Im all in it pants down shirts all vintage That's a j- That's a jersey My name ain't james but im worthy Black guy who don't like black eyed peas But jeez do anything to get a piece of fergie Yall soft like furbies Yall sweet like hershies My team is workin to get richer So we can spend all this money Do shows and travel the country Smoke til we havin' the munchies And f** with thick b**hes I-I-I-I only smoke if imma eat a sandwhich Or get some p**y So I guess i mean i'm smoking every night If i'm drunk n***a probably start a fight Don't push me Hi Rez in Hi-Definition Hot b**hes with thighs who got definition I'm spittin like a n***a got a loogie finger f**ing b**hes in the movies Bet her daddy probably wanna shoot me cuz i'm [Chorus] Livin' like a king Not stoppin for a thing Ain't nothin givin Ive been livin' on the road Livin out my dream Chasin after green And ive been sippin So its movin kind of slow We the last of the real We the last of the real We dont care how you feel We dont care how you feel We dont care how you feel We the last of the real We the last of the real We the last of the real We dont care how you feel We dont care how you feel We dont care how you feel [Verse 2 Hi Rez] I need a crazy p**y no Amanda Brynes Bringin the dancing lobsters Its all about the motherf**er secular trust Word up to the never no Meet the Fockers You ask beavis I get nothin but head Jennifer Aniston I need you under my bed With a couple friends No pun intended I'll be doing this til the day that im dead Word up to courtney cox I'll be pullin up in a foreign drop And I'll be getting cake like im betty crocket And I ball out like I'm fetty wap I'm a 90's baby, finally famous Doing a show fire aspects Spend it all in Vegas I'm a youngin in the game like Anthony Davis Only care about my family Give a f** about a hater Bumpin rock a model like just another night Yo b**h she look like half of my girls More like the right I'm playin in a 64' with a couple who*es Conker bad fur day, I'm peeing all on the floor And when my album in the store You better cop it Chillin' on the beach gettin fed it I feel like a model rocket Like half of these groupies give a pic of me And they like it I got hoes in Utah We're the John Stockton [Chorus] [Verse 3 Chris Webby] I'm the last of the Aaahh Real Monsters Its in get the chrome when im gettin done A pif in my lungs Sippin with a strip on my tounge Got a double shot of espresso And cinnamon bun, I live on the run With shows like every week And on my stay CT Im the MVP We deep like submarines in the 7 seas And my future lookin brighter than an LED My head where the rest at? So tell them to step back And the heavy weight belt Im ready to get that Can you rap into play? Tryna get in my way? Then imma turn the stage into celebrity d**h match A rappers rapping a rap rapidly Back to back when i attack a beat So action packed to that capacity When I smash it actually catastrophe Pa** the gra** to meet Furturistic And Hi Rez gon get the booze and b**hes I pick when i like if it be lookin real good Shell be knockin on my wood like she superstitious Im a super vicious MC So let the elephant through And ill step in the room And dismember your crew With the letters i drew See for yourself on Webby's lab two