Chris Webby - Get Down lyrics

Let me get my fresh on, Next on deck. I just breeze through easy, I haven't stopped yet. People give me damages Of sign of respect for me. Doin' my damn thing Without breaking a sweat. Look at me now, I'm doing it, That's word on my life. Even this bummy a** white boy Can clean up nice. bu*ton up on Hat crooked to the right. Don't gotta look in the mirror 'Cause I know that I'm tight. Right? I'm just here to have a hell of a night And I'm ready to get twisted Grab the L and a light. I know this hip hop game's Just a roll of the dice. But I know that I'm nice, That's why I'm holding the mic. Flowin' precise, Whoever knew this stoner could write? And spit venom, Get ready for the cobra to strike. The end of the night, sh**, It ain't nowhere in sight. So stay rockin' with your boy 'Cause the future look bright. So we get down, Bottles in the air, Dutch full of the kush And my people everywhere. And we get down, Swag on high, Windows low, Base bumpin' in the ride. So we get down, Ladies lookin' s**y as hell. You want a good time? The Webby as well. So we get down, Fill another cup. 'Cause we goin' from now Till the sun come up. What? I get down Like I never wanna get up. I'll never let up, But keep my head up, Dead up, Fed up, But not having my bread up. But still I'm going all in b**h Put your bed up. Shred up Any track given to me. It ain't hard for all my dogs And my women to see That I can't wait to be king Simba's living in me. So I'm a roll with it. k** 'em all subliminally. Don't even try gettin' at me It just ain't worth it. 'Cause I ain't never seen a mother f**er Beat perfect. Got my own title And I damn sure heard That ain't nothing I got now I didn't deserve b**h. My feet left the surface of Earth 'Cause I'm too fly And I don't ever have to come down, Do I? Who I be, W-E-double B-Y Now who's f**ing with me? So we get down, Bottles in the air, Dutch full of the kush And my people everywhere. And we get down, Swag on high, Windows low, Base bumpin' in the ride. So we get down, Ladies lookin' s**y as hell. You want a good time? The Webby as well. So we get down, Fill another cup. 'Cause we goin' from now Till the sun come up. What? Get down, Like your girl on her knees And I got it in my car When we shootin' a breeze And I wish I can leave The snow and the leaves And see the palm trees, Get blown by mommies. And if y'all don't say My dick's bigger than Tom Lee, And I'm tryin' to get a piece Like my name's Ghandi. Got my own shake, Ridin' behind me My back seat's big enough So get inside me. I murder this rap sh**, Murder this rap sh**. Rollin' out the club like Stuck in the trap b**h. Tell all these dudes Don't jack my tactics. Bubby, I got you. You don't got to ask it. Just wipe 'em off Like a god damn napkin. Whatever These dudes Shouldn't even be rapping, See, Me and you gotta purpose. They should be at Mickeys (McDonalds) Flippin' up burgers. So we get down, Bottles in the air, Dutch full of the kush And my people everywhere. And we get down, Swag on high, Windows low, Base bumpin' in the ride. So we get down, Ladies lookin' s**y as hell. You want a good time? The Webby as well. So we get down, Fill another cup. 'Cause we goin' from now Till the sun come up. What?