Chris Webby - Ohh Noo lyrics

[Hook: Chris Webby] Yeah I got em saying Ohh noo, ohh noo, ohh noo, ohh noo [Verse 1: Jarren Benton] Yeah n***a, oh no, in a Ford Loco Who you getting crazy with, ese? You know I'm loco Headbu*ting hoes like I'm ocho (cinco) I be in the valley with the stoners and the cholos N****s stacking more dough, you know how that s**t go You should get a tan, get your dollars, take a photo My cologne say Versace, my d**k say blow me My drawers say polo, yeah b***h polo Need a white girl with an a** like Coco's Hit that p***y right, girl I bought you some Menolo's That was Adderall, s**t, I used to pop Nodoz Used to have one b***h, now I got four hoes Hi my name is Jarren, I am not normal That p***y, hit it like p**no Mr. Drummond Skeeted in her face, I treat that b***h just like a urinal Webby tell these hating n****s slit they wrist Every track we on we take a s**t on it Ladies show your t***, meet a n***a back stage Where you'll see me pull my d**k out and lick on it Me and Webby hurting and we murdering any m**********r that's looking at us sideways Cut the body five ways, we skin em and drop em off at the highway P***y a** n****s so irate, we got em screaming [Hook:] [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] I was sick of demolishing, decapitate whoever thinking they k**ing Doing the hottest three activated Murdering many men that's making Better bow before Nina, don't even try to spit at the great Sick, then I'ma get pissed B***h, get on my d**k quick, give it a lick it, acclimate Get what you're giving, get with the gift and go gravitate Acting a ape, I ate up a animal I aggravate Whole lotta people getting a whiff of the Niner They loving a n***a cause I'm a hell of a rhymer Women are looking finer, I never decline her She wanna climb my timer, stick it in her slimer I get the pudding, never gotta wine and dine her Broken heart get a shiner When it comes to murking on music I'm a deadly designer I'm drinking my Hennessy mixture out of a Steiner If you tripping on my bucker I'ma cut a n***a up with a machete Cause I'm running with a gang that'll bring that flame with a thang and it's heavy You don't wanna f**k with a Tech N9ne or my n***a jb or Chris Webby Having everybody saying "oh no" Bustin up the window of a 6 Chevy [Hook:] [Bridge: Chris Webby] We don't fight fair, we right here We the reason you've been waking up with nightmares Got em running, got em running From the second they see us coming, I got em saying [Verse 3: Chris Webby] Hold up. On your mark, ready, set, go Look at Web flow I be jabbing with the right and then I hit em with a left blow Knock em back in time like they chilling with Bill and Ted, yo To a land before time, T-Rex ho So many bars you would think I'm living on d**h Row Webby's just a motherf**ing dog, where's Petco? Followed a plate of kibbles n bits with an egg roll Genius in the laboratory cooking blue meth, yo Call me Heisenberg, cause when I rhyme with words These motherf**ers are behind the curve I drive and swerve, turn and I ride the curve And hit every pedestrian that doesn't find the nerve To get out of the way, "Karen did you see that sh**?" Yeah maybe you should drive, cause the weed I hit Got me feeling so loco, la vida, b***h Why you even pa** me that s**t? But f**k it man I'm an animal, but you never seen my species Brand new breed they discovered in ct Homegrown b***h, yelling "feed me, feed me" And every listener is pressing repeat B***h I got a sick mind, stomach bug and a brain Insane, you gotta keep me handcuffed with a chain But I'll still break out like Burt Wonderstone So anytime you see me coming, yo, I got em yelling out [Hook:] [Outro:] Strange Music, Funk Volume, Homegrown Juggernauts of this independent hip-hop s**t, man B***h