Chris Webby - Buddaflie lyrics

Ye, ye, ye, ye, yea. Woo, let's go! Come my lady, Come come my lady. I am the [?], You can't trade me. Hate me or love me I spit greatly. f**in up the track, My town is crazy. I'll be back on the beat, Back like the red seat Reclined and now I'm puttin up my feet. Heat Is what I produce like rub and flint. Punches gottcha seeing two like double mint. I'm just trying to cop a dub And split a dutch open. Fill it with that Mary Jane And start smokin'. Rollin' that sh** up and get blasted, Smellin' so good in a bag It's orgasmic. Drop rhythms, Pop pills till I'm trippin' So high that my feet are liften off the ground like a magician. Since I started flippin' I just never stopped spittin'. Now I am a brain surgeon on these pediatricians. Stay whippin', 2 blunts down And stay twistin'. Keep my people closer than fingers in a mitten. Verbal ammunition and you know I'm never missin'. More fly than, Dancer, Cupid, Donnor and Blitzin. I am Christian, Last name is Webster. Tear down the rap game Insane and clever. Buzzed off the c**aine, Untamed as ever. Come down harder than rain, Spit flames for pleasure. The X I got won't find you treasure, It'll leave you rollin so hard You'll leave in a stretcher. Better than all these clowns, sh** I'm blastin off, I am the next, better Asher Roth. With an unheard flow I'm original, CT Criminal, Any opposition? Minimal. Get up in your face, Not a message is subliminal. Battle with me, Is simply not winnable. I am the pinical of white raps Since I started to write tracks Blowing up knuckles And fight back. I like that. I might blast off to the moon, Smokin piff for a night, Capped off dogs, so light that. Puff puff pa** till you fall on your a**. Quicker than silver And more fast than the flash. I'm a go k** em with my flow While their ready to go. So bro, you know you can't rap with me. Your about as hard as a virgin dackquory. Spit some sh**, Swear to god I was black, yah see. But I'm a white boy outta the academy. I master beats, Who could spit it after me. So if your looking for the best b**h Ask for me. I'm a youngster, The next rap from the rug like bow wow If he was white and on d**. And if his tracks didn't s**, But they does So I'm a be a whole lot better than he was. I'm buzzed, You'll now that hes bad, Like Amy Winehouse before the rehab. Poppin' 3 tabs I'm made like (dog jeckle?). Bump up the base line And you know I rock treble. Number one hip hop rebel. You know what I meant, Illest MC of European decent. Holla, I'm Nice, I'm Nice, oh, whoa whoa, let's go.