Chris Webby - Ready To Go lyrics

[Intro:] Yeah, ha ha [Chorus:] Got the weed in my dutch, liquor in my cup But I never gave a f** 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 f** 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 seat forward to my chest, know that Webby will blow I've had this mean demeanor in me since forever ago Nothing 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 settling so I'm ready to go, moving quickly in my pole position No one holding Christian, more venomous than a Cobra spitting Crush you, no position, with the illest and dopest rhythm 'Cos 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 Luke Hang combo Skin tone blanco Though when I get up on the beat I spit 'til I'm blue in the face looking like Ganzo [Chorus:] Got the weed in my dutch, liquor in my cup But I never gave a f** 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 f** 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 letting my on this song They'll catch a buzz for lightyears, 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 po' I hope in CT they got that good Heavy to smoke (sh**stain) Well I'm dope, thanks for letting me know I'm a co*ky young wordsmith, sticking to the cursing And tryna make my word fit in one of these bird's lips I see you hawkin', pigeon for the squawking But when I give her the rooster she digging them eagle claws in I'm leaving with back scratches, bruises and open gashes Jesus, I'm looking like Christ from the Pa**ion Rock new clothes but a n***a old-fashioned Hit it, then she running back, yeah, Bo Jackson [Chorus:] Got the weed in my dutch, liquor in my cup But I never gave a f** 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 f** 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 that lack hustle I'm big, they weaker than Steven Hawking's calf muscles Nothing 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 running through my jugular, f**in' 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, 'cos I can truly flow And play the hand I was dealt, something like Yu-Gi-Oh Since a long time ago, spitting 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, b**h, build-a-bear [Chorus x2:] Got the weed in my dutch, liquor in my cup But I never gave a f** 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 f** So you know I'm ready to go You know I'm ready to go [Outro:] 2010, Chris Webby, Googie GoHard