Juice of All Trades - Take Over lyrics

[Intro] We on the track Webby's on the track, Jitta's on the track Jitta On The Track And we here [Verse 1: Jitta On The Track] Check, alright I done smoked a big blunt, you just through a b**h fit I beat your girl box up, that Biz Markie sh** I'm back up in this b**h, it's that n***a Jit' All you rappers cli*oris, I'm on that New England sh** Lumberjacks and Timberlands, alien intelligence You be on your high horse? b**h I'm on my Pegasus Lumberlife confederate, I be so high talkin' bills like a pelican Smoke the whole car out, ridin' ‘round Connecticut b**h I'm off the hook like a motherf**in' home phone Dial tone, no really, dial Tone ‘Cause that's my f**in' weed man, and plus he got the fire ho Burn so much tree it looks like I beef with a firehose I been fresh since the womb, bruh Kicks so white they scream, "f** yeah dude bruh" I like my money green and my weed purple, son Drink so dark it looks like Bobby Shmurda's gums Follow it, hit the club, f** the fuzz, f** with us Your girlfriend givin' us drunken love, no Beyoncé They ask where I'm at, said, "It's beyond me" Got in the bag like Frito Lay ‘Bout to hit a lick like a Cheeto stain Every day is Carleto's way, n***a drop Man I've been a b**h, n***a flex on me Better bet he next, oh yeah, oh yeah That Homegrown smoke in the f**in' air Gotta use Visine, just to make it f**in' clear [Hook: Chris Webby] Blue skies, sunshine, the world's mine We takin' over the world We takin' over, takin' over We takin' over the world Long time, you know why, the world's mine We takin' over the world We takin' over, takin' over Takin' over the world [Verse 2: Chris Webby] We takin' over like Somali pirates, where the f** is Captain Phillips? Rap the illest sh** you've ever heard in less than half a minute Tryin' to stack until I'm losin' track while addin' digits Chill out for a second, smoke a joint, and then it's back to business Chuggin' bottles, spittin' flows, and then I'm smashin' b**hes Now my number's in your girl's phone like her apps and widgets I see the finish line, just got another lap to finish Rattle off these rap and Snapple facts and blow a sack of spinach You haven't heard of me? Then I don't give a f** already Y'all must be livin' under a rock like SpongeBob's bestie Eatin' beats, always got a little duck sauce ready So haters s** a dick, get the f** off Webby Stay with a bogey like I'm Lauren Bacall And get it crackin' like I dropped a f**in' porcelain doll “Dude that's my mom's" Now let me spin the wheel of fortune for y'all Enjoy the fruits of my labor like apple orchards in fall Homegrown in the building, me and Jitta be the botanists Plantin' seeds so deep they root systems are where the fossils sit We on that full time grind, y'all just some hobbyists Run circles ‘round these rappers and I'm barely even joggin', b**h Punches make your body flip, Webby on that Rocky sh** Yo Adrian, shake that a** and get to droppin' trick s** it then you swallow it, then take another molly Licks of Henny from my goblet, and hit it till the condom rips [Hook: Chris Webby] Blue skies, sunshine, the world's mine We takin' over the world We takin' over, takin' over We takin' over the world Long time, you know why, the world's mine We takin' over the world We takin' over, takin' over Takin' over the world