Chris Webby

[fox69]

"Do My Thang"

"Do My Thang"



Ah ha ha,
Webby.
Time to go get 'em,
Ha.

I don't care what none of you say,
I'm a do shit my way.
Been here for a minute and I'm here to stay
'Cause I'm just gonna do my thang.

Made myself a name all by myself,
Fuck a record label,
I don't need no help.
Actually I do because I'm broke as hell,
But I'm just gonna do my thang.

I'm a suburban white rapper
But I make it work
And now I'm comin' out the blue
Like a baby smurf.

And yes I plays the perp,
Put that L in rotation,
And I'll be doin' that
Till I catch probation.

Stop yo hatin',
I'm just here laughing
Spittin' intense
But I'm not going
Camping.

Soon to be the champion,
Steadily advancin',
Run the fucking beat till I'm crampin'.
Dancin' around everybody
'Cause you know that
Webby got 'em rollin' deeper than Bikini Bottom
Pick 'em up and drop 'em.

I'm a comacozie driver
Blowin' up in terms of rhyming
And I'm so hard
That nobody could revive 'em.

Rappin' louder than a siren,
When I show up in the ambulance.
They gone scrape you off the floor
Man you'd never stand a chance.

Climb that hill
Like an ant
Top speed accelerate.
But the top
Ain't enough for me
I'll always elevate.

Smokin' that celery
I'm the best flowin'.
Leave your chick knocked up,
Call me Seth Rogen.

Back,
Round two,
I didn't kill 'em with the white noise.
MJ's dead,
Now we need another white boy.

I don't care what none of you say,
I'm a do shit my way.
Been here for a minute and I'm here to stay
'Cause I'm just gonna do my thang.

Made myself a name all by myself,
Fuck a record label,
I don't need no help.
Actually I do because I'm broke as hell,
But I'm just gonna do my thang.

I run the game
Like the banker in Monopoly.
Ain't no one on top of me,
Except the chick sayin,
"Put your cock in me".

I'm cocky
And I'm probably the illest,
No modesty.
If Em ain't the nicest white boy,
Then I gotta be.

And I don't need a gun,
Never let the cannon shoot.
Jumpin' over mother fuckers
Call me Crash Bandicoot.

And it's true,
I'll knock you outta your socks
And your boots.
Eat you like an animal,
I'll put 'em in a sandwich dude.

Damn it you,
When I put it on,
Wax man.
A dirty mother fucker,
I just hopped out the trash can.

And pussy?
I'm gettin' that fam.
My dick's been in more holes
Than my brain's gone in a cat scan.

And battle me son?
You don't really want it.
Comin' back with my shield
Or I'm coming back on it.

A Spartan to the heart,
I will knock you unconscious.
Flyer than a pilot,
But no relation to Pontius.

A toxic avenger,
In to the Twilight Zone,
Bro,
And I'm coming back never.
Music's runnin' through my veins,
Webby is a beast
And I do my thang.

I don't care what none of you say,
I'm a do shit my way.
Been here for a minute and I'm here to stay
'Cause I'm just gonna do my thang.

Made myself a name all by myself,
Fuck a record label,
I don't need no help.
Actually I do because I'm broke as hell,
But I'm just gonna do my thang.

I am who I am
And nobody can change it.
And I'll get through our meet
Till I get myself famous.

A pocket full of change
For the day;
I am anxious.
And make myself money
Off a mastery of language.

The portrait's been painted
So bitch,
Better back off.
Pick up the mic,
And kill it because I'm that raw.

And the next person to compare me to Ash Roth,
Is getting every feature on their fucking face
Smacked off.

I don't care what none of you say,
I'm a do shit my way.
Been here for a minute and I'm here to stay
'Cause I'm just gonna do my thang.

Made myself a name all by myself,
Fuck a record label,
I don't need no help.
Actually I do because I'm broke as hell,
But I'm just gonna do my thang.

I don't care what none of you say,
I'm a do shit my way.
Been here for a minute and I'm here to stay
'Cause I'm just gonna do my thang.

Made myself a name all by myself,
Fuck a record label,
I don't need no help.
Actually I do because I'm broke as hell,
But I'm just gonna do my thang.

 

[fox69]

"Dopamine"
(feat. Talib Kweli, Grafh, B-Real, Trae Tha Truth)

"Dopamine"
(feat. Talib Kweli, Grafh, B-Real, Trae Tha Truth)



[Intro: Chris Webby]
I'm just tryna' get my fix
Dopamine, dopamine
That I'm on, that I want
I'm just tryna' get my fix
Dopamine, dopamine

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
See dopamine is what your brain is makin' when your feelin' happy
So, if your tryna' feel what I'm feelin' then yo get at me
And me? I get me fix from all sorts of shit
Every night a glass of milk with some Oreo's I can dip
Fresh pot of mom's sauce, macaroni, meatballs
That smell of Sour Diesel when I open up the jar
Break it up and rollin' somethin', breakin' off a ho I'm fuckin'
Pop a little ecstasy and get that serotonin pumpin'
Goin' commando in a pair of sweats
Reruns of Sopranos up on my TV set
And that dopamine be flowin' on stage
Feel it every time that shit is goin' my way
It's chillin' with your best homies
The spittin' game, it's gettin' laid and it's that after sex bogie
Any time you feelin' good, it's what your brain produces
So my fans will get their fix every time they bumpin' my music

[Hook: Chris Webby]
Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine
If you wanna feel it too, then all you gotta do is roll with me
And everything is how it's supposed to be
And that's the shit that I'm on, that's the shit that I want
Whether I get it from hittin' pussy or rippin' a bong
I'm just tryna' get my fix
Let me get that dopamine, baby give me that dopamine

[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]
That bamma weed you smokin', ain't fuckin' with the OG
I hit it till I'm coughing, I hit it often
I'm like a Power Ranger the way I'm mighty morphing
Into a rocket ship, that's taking off into space as I get lost
Thanks to stimulating endorphins, brings me closer to the coffin
Walk on the edge because I know the ledge
I wake up when they go to bed
Got these cowards runnin', I'm bounty huntin' like I'm Boba Fett
Life is like a drug, we born addicted like crack babies
Tryin' ta' get that fix, you gonna hurt your back, like the Bag Lady
Now why do I expose these niggas'? I got to
These niggas' heads bigger than yakoo, it's not cool
Lyrical warnings, gettin' as gory as biblical stories, you ignoring the allegories
Tryin' to feel good; it's Aleister Crowley
Rush of that adrenaline is my medicine
My fuel is my kerosene
You ever live the life of a heretic?
That, dopamine, from the smoke the coke the lean, is temporary when your third eye ain't opening

[Bridge: Chris Webby]
I'm just tryna' get my fix

[Verse 3: Grafh]
Bitch on my lap, gyratin'
Loud so loud, my lungs vibratin'
High as a bitch I'm up skyscappin'
Annihilatin' some kind of Sanaa Lathan
That's the feelin' I feel when I am creatin'
And the fire's escapin', though your fire escape
Until I lie in your basement
Arise in the pavement just to arrive from inside of a spaceship
That fix, I'm suppose to dream
I chase Hennessy with dopamine
This is dope, I mean, I ain't sober
Promethazine in my soda, I'm supposed ta lean
My momma cookin'? Encore
The family members I die for
The two beautiful kids that I stay alive for
Plus Hip-Hop makes me feel alive more
That fix

[Hook: Chris Webby]

[Verse 4: B-Real]
Let me put you down, with some realness
You feelin' loud with me and Webby, rockin on that trill shit
Feelin' bliss, like its that fattest joint you ever hit
Higher than you've ever been, of course you know you're feelin' this
We're the feelin' that you get when you open up your bag of weed waiting for the first hit anxiously
We're the rush; when the Lakers beat the Celtics
The smile on your face when the joint lit, and ya smelled it
We the vibe at the party, when that shit's about to turn up
We the "hell ya", ya thinkin' when the dabs about to burn up
The fist pump, bitch I'm number one, I'm the winna' by the
Toast at the table when we celebrating [?]
Roar of the crowd when ya see something amazing
We're the thrill of victory, we're the felling of elation
It's a presentation and we hope you see
You're in need of that dopamine

[Bridge: Chris Webby]

[Verse 5: Trae Tha Truth]
Yeah, Truth spit game, murda'
Shoulda' been cased on it
Causing panic, 9-11 shoes laced on it
Haters on dick, knowing they woman' face on it
Money long, snakes, givin' a open chase on it
I'm fully sober, my fix is chicks and change
And ridin' lookin' amazing in something so strange
I hit the hood, just to kick it with homies
Knowing they need it for support, everyone left 'em lonely
I do my best to dodge the phoney, cuz' I don't understand them
And I ain't tryin'
I'm the truth and I don't fuck with that lyin'
Stay from beside 'em
Hit the studio to blackout, every track gettin' packed out
Just like somebody woman as soon as I blow her back out
Might just give a laugh as I proceed to knock a track out
And burn off with my speakers in the trunk, who tryna' act out?
Say Watson tell Boogz I'm on my turn up
Get [tightest?] in them [?], meet me at Dreams, we bout to turn up

[Hook: Chris Webby]

 

[fox69]

"Down Right"

"Down Right"


[Intro]
Yea, yea. Cause we came to get down right. Yea, yea, yea...

[Hook]
Cause we came to get down right, yea
Eyes low from the weed we roll and I'm in my zone
Cause we came to get down right, yea
Ride slow, with the bass up mo', till the speakers blow
Cause we came to get down right
Damn right, sloppy sloppy drunk
And we came to get down right
Damn right, green up in my blunt
This what it sounds like [x2]
I don't know about you, but I came to get down right

[Verse 1]
Three below, cold on the scene when I freak the flow
Full zip lock, got the weed to roll, thick chick with the double d's leaving o-
Ver my center console in my vehicle, unzip my pants, give my jeans a pull
And even though, I put a little MDMA in your mom's martini (she ain't even know it)
We back to rip it, I'm classic, it's past terrific
I'm smashing these whack rappers, and clash with critics
At the same time, I'm rolling up grass and hit it, and drinking liquor till they telling me I'm past the limit
I'm half smashed and half baked, with accur-ate, flow that's so damn hot I'll evaporate
Let me elaborate, I'm with your chick in the back on my lap doing things that her dad would hate, so get

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Webby up next, success on the front steps
Ticking time bomb, someone dial up Funk Flex
Time to set me off bitch, none left when the dust sets
Got em upset, that I do it this big, white kid that'll never give a fuck less
That'll never pass a drug test, cause I came to get down right man, why you up left?
Hutt one, hutt two, let it go yo, Tony Romo with a bag full of homegrown
And my hat down so low, you can't even tell it's me up in the mother fucking photos, yo (yo)
Tell them wait a minute, when I'm waking up fully faded with a naked chick it's
My memory, and uhh, I forgot your name, what is it?
(Are you kidding?) Sorry girl that's the way I'm livin, so get

[Hook]

[Bridge]
[Piano solo played by Remo the Hitmaker]
This is what is sounds like [x3]
Yea

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Feelin' Like"

"Feelin' Like"


I'm just trynna get my vibe right, trynna live that highlight
Twenty-twenty I stay, focused on those five nights
If they ain't feeling it fuck it at least I tried right?
But at least I caught a little tan up on this lime light
At least I made through the game and got my soul intact
At least I made it out my motherfucking [?]
I started with a shitty hand but never folded back
Eyes on the roll, with no intentions on going back
Sticking to my guns like they [?] up on this civil war
Kept it independent now the game is on the [?]
Cooking up this music leaving lyrics on a kitchen floor
Now I got the life that I was always wishing for
Let them hate this, 2015, now I'm on your little sister's playlist

And it makes sense, I put it working for years
Now I'm crusing with no brakes in the path of greatness like

[Hook:]
Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh, I be feeling like
Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh, Y'all be feeling like
Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh, We all be feeling like
Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh

Vibe is so authentic everybody's pressing rewind
Flow is in a ball like Webby never spit a weak rhyme
And they all gon' see I'm, higher than the tree line
Chill up in a cannabi' while throwing up a peace sign
Living like a hippie, what's the matter with that?
No matter [?] ain't no telling where I'm travelling at
See this shit it ain't no average rap
Now I got the ball up on my cord and I won't give it back till it's flat
Ya-ya, ya-ya, ya-ya, I gotta represent
They know where I'm from from the second that I been stepping in
So let me get it in, check over my head and you gon' see a light bulb, bulb-bulb, Thomas Edison!
Time to take this! Cause victory is in my grass, I can motherfucking taste it!

And it makes sense, I put it working for years
Now I'm crusing with no brakes in the path of greatness like

[Hook:]
Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh, I be feeling like
Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh, Y'all be feeling like
Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh, We all be feeling like
Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh

I'm just trynna keep my head right, on this path that I must go (that I must go)
Only got one head light, as I travel on that road (travel on that road)
Everybody better recognize never side and just watch the show (just watch the show)
And now we all be feeling live, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!

[Hook:]
Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh, I be feeling like
Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh, Y'all be feeling like
Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh, We all be feeling like
Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh-Oh

Yama! Pass the g my son!

 

[fox69]

"Fer Sher"

"Fer Sher"



Say that's fer sher
And that's fer sher.
That's fer sher,
That's fer sher.

I'm a beast.
(That's fer sher)
Kill a beat.
(That's fer sher)
Spittin' heat,
'Cause you know I play for keeps.
(That's fer sher)
Rap nice,
(That's fer sher)
Plus I'm white,
(That's fer sher)
Just give me the mic
I'm a kill it,
Damn right.
(That's fer sher)

I'm a punch line protege.
Dope?
Yo, I gotta be.
Spit it and flip it
And get 'em jumpin' like a wallaby.
But I ain't no Rocko's Modern Life,
Still these kids are watching me.
Sicker than pathology,
I'll vomit on you
Probably.

Keep rhythm like Tommy Lee.
Now tell me,
Who's stopping me?
So everybody stand up,
Get them hands up like a robbery.
I'm a hot commodity,
Bangin' bitches condom free,
Chuggin' bottles till I'm more fucked up
Than the economy.

Mic check,
One two,
One two,
Three four five six seven eight nine,
I generate rhymes
I don't live in state lines.
Spit so sharp
I can penetrate spines.

I rap fer sher,
With a bag of the herb.
Yes sir,
Observing
Actual words
And I rap from the curb
To my pad in the burbs.
I'm a bull moving up from the back of the herd.

I'm a beast.
(That's fer sher)
Kill a beat.
(That's fer sher)
Spittin' heat,
'Cause you know I play for keeps.
(That's fer sher)
Rap nice,
(That's fer sher)
Plus I'm white,
(That's fer sher)
Just give me the mic
I'm a kill it,
Damn right.
(That's fer sher)

Said that's fer sher,
When I come and show up right at your door,
Smack your jaw,
Got you drinkin' dinner through a plastic straw.
Rap it raw,
Speaking hard.
Caption, just put me in charge.
I'm a treat 'em like astronomers
They'll be seeing stars.

A rap flower,
Take your chick and bend her back over.
'Cause I hit more pussy
Than abusive cat owners.
Never catch my ass sober,
I'm always passed out
And yeah your girl's a dime,
Well mine's a half ounce.

I hit a track,
Bounce,
Rip it when I speak slow.
I'm just a wild boy,
You could call me Steve-O
With a mean flow,
Rockin' my jeans low,
Reppin' the burbs
To the fullest
That's where I be, bro.

'Cause I'm a dog,
I shop at Petco,
See?
I'm just a greasy ass white boy,
S-O-B.
Hot comerda
Rock n' roll
To a techno beat
With a weed sack
Stickier than a gecko's feet.

Gee,
Girlies can't help themselves
Lookin' at the kid,
'Cause I'm so damn hot
They gotta put my in the fridge.
You heard,
That's my word,
Chris Webby be the illest mother fucker in the burbs
And yes
That is fer sher.

I'm a beast.
(That's fer sher)
Kill a beat.
(That's fer sher)
Spittin' heat,
'Cause you know I play for keeps.
(That's fer sher)
Rap nice,
(That's fer sher)
Plus I'm white,
(That's fer sher)
Just give me the mic
I'm a kill it,
Damn right.
(That's fer sher)

Yeah,
It's Chris Webby,
And that's fer sher...

 

[fox69]

"Finally Moving"

"Finally Moving"



Yeah
Pretty lights
I'm just tryna do me, you know
Everybody tells me to do this, do that
But I just keep it movin', you know

The life I was livin' is now finally movin'
Tryna map out my movements, make a new blueprint
But I got a good feeling now
Touch down, feet leavin' the ground, hit 'em with sound
Tryna figure out where my life is headed
Fortune and fame's a step away so I gotta get it
Hope I don't regret it, but I guess we'll see
And the industry tryna do me,
C H to the R.I.S. gotta try hard
I guess with every bar I let outta my mouth
I got people to impress, tryna stay true to me
But at the end of the day I need a cheque
I can't live at my parents house forever
Broke as fuck, life could be so much better
Everybody tells me that I'm talented and clever
But I still got nothing to show for my endeavors
This is what I live, this is what I breathe
Without hip-hop there be no me
I may have no budget but fuck it
I don't do it for that, I do it cause I love it
Tryna get the game wrapped up man
It's all I got, no backup plan
These other kids do it for the iTunes cash,
I give it to you for free, it's all love like that
And anybody running they mouth sayin they nicer will shut the fuck up
When they step into my cipher, dope word writer
On point like the bullet of a sniper
Future looks brighter, still got work to do
Everyday is a grind, yesterday was theirs, but today is mine
So every time I lay a rhyme, I know this is what I'm meant for, shit will be fine

(Ooh, sometimes I get a good feeling)
Yeah, I got a good feeling, you know
(Get a feeling, that I never never never never had before)
I don't think I ever felt it, but...
(I get a good feeling, yeah)
Shit's gonna start goin' good, you know
Yeah, yeah
(Ooh, sometimes I get a good feeling)
I'm feeling good, what can I say
(Get a feeling, that I never never never never had before
Oh no, I get a good feeling yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
(Just wanna tell you right now
I get a good feeling)
For real, I'm feeling lovely
(Just wanna tell you right now
I get a good feeling)

Yeah yeah
I know that today is my time
But there's a million other people that's on the same grind
So I gotta separate myself as the best,
I gotta hip-hop beat to the heart in my chest
My lungs breathe music, my veins pump melody
That's why I'm so on point mentally
No one is ahead of me, so I know eventually I'll make it
Even if it's not till I'm seventy,
Rapped for a century, determined to spit
And everything I got in my pocket I'm earnin' it bitch,
It's been a long hard road just to get where I'm at
Court case and some other bullshit don't match,
The stress that I feel you don't know about that
Until I tell it to all these other corrupts,
I'm telling the facts, you don't know Webby like that
I'm a fuck up and drop out with a felony rap
And though I'm not proud let's get that clear
But I've been through a lot of shit
I'm still here, yes I'm still here
Been pedaling for a minute, now it's time to switch years
Clear skies ahead, I'm an artist to my roots with every god damn line I said
Cruisin', and all this will all be worth it dude
Now relax, cause we finally movin' life

(Ooh, sometimes I get a good feeling)
Get a feeling, that I never never never never had before
I get a good feeling, yeah
Just wanna tell you right now
I get a good feeling
Just wanna tell you right now
I get a good feeling)

 

[fox69]

"Fragile Lives"

"Fragile Lives"


Yeah
Shit it sucks growing up man
Shit changes
You lose touch with people
You lose friends along the way but
You just gotta keep going man
Yeah

[Verse 1:]
Man it sucks growin up
Gotta let go of the past
Not every childhood friendship is gonna last
People grow up, and move on for better or worse
All we prayin for is that it doesn't end in a church
We used to go on L rides like the cities hours
But now we all got real jobs, and shitty hours
And those the lucky ones who earn a check
The ones who don't sit at home all day and blow percusets
Cause I seen a lot of people on that path
And it sucks cause they almost never come back
It's a sad truth the life it's ruthless right?
As a kid we never thought we could lose the fight
Shit we all have big dreams back in middle school
But real life is played by different rules
And reality hurts so why I always keep a bag of the purp
And always pray for the best until they put my ass in the dirt
Word

[Chorus:]
Chances thrown
Nothing's free
Longing for
Used to be
Still it's hard
Hard to see
Fragile lives
Shattered dreams

[Verse 2:]
For the teenage mothers with a baby to feed
For the kids who think a pill bottles all that they need
We all hit a rough patch
Get back on your feet
We only got one life
(One life)
And it goes on but now with one less
N.E.V tatted on my bicep
Shit
Nick I miss you man
But I guess that fate just had a different plan
I thought me and you would be kickin it in 20 years
Talkin about our wife and kids over a couple beers
And now you're not here
And it's hard to even say in a song
But shit I thought about you every fuckin day you've been gone
AG, Shawn and Glock we all getting through the pain
But just know that Norwalk ain't ever gonna be the same
You even had faith in me back when we was kids
You said id get big back when nobody did
So I'm a do this rap shit for the both of us now
Cause I know you still up there holding me down
So brotha save me a spot if something happens to me
Until then
Enjoy the show from the balcony seats
I love you man

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
For the kids who've lost friends and family in the past
For the kids who messed up and wanna take it all back
We all hit a rough patch
Get back on your feet
We only got one life
(One life)
If you got a dream you gotta get it man
At least try
Shit, you may never get a second chance
As a kid we never thought that it could happen to you
For better or worse, it's how I'm here rappin to you
Keep in touch with all your homies
And your eye on the prize
We all slip and fall down, push your shit to the side
Only got one life, better live while you got it
Cause only one thing for sure
Tomorrow is not promised

[Chorus]

[Outro:]
And that's it
Ya know?
Life goes on
Gotta keep focused
Nicky
We all miss you down here brother
But we'll see you though
Yeah

 

[fox69]

"Fuck Off"

"Fuck Off"


[Hook:]
Some people say I'm famous, tell me that I made it
Some other people never heard of me at all
Got some people on my dick now, others talking shit now
I'm just in the middle trying to write these songs
So I can make some paper, yeah that would be great sir
I've been doing this shit way too long
Bout to get my just dues, don't like it then fuck you
I'm just doing me, you can all fuck off

[Verse 1:]
Check my lyrics up on Rap Genius, I'm a rap genius
Going longer than a fully gassed Prius, bitch I mean it
I've been at this shit for years now, where my millions at?
Got the wheel in my grip, I'm surpassing you backseaters
Til I'm sipping margaritas off the coast of Ibiza
With a bowl full of reefer, eyes low as Khalifa's
And got two lovely senoritas making home-cooked pizza
And anything we need I throw on the Visa, I'm getting there!
Shit this game ain't overnight, at least it wasn't for me
But now I'm varsity and I'm filling the bleachers
Drop a track and now these DJ's bring it back
Just like a golden retriever
Get on the mic and spit your dopest shit, I know the procedure
Yeah, some people got my lyrics tatted on they skin
Some people read every single Tweet that I send
Some other people still be like "who is he?"
But fuck it man, I'ma keep doing me cause

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I'm staying high as Buzz Aldrin
Major Tom can hear me coughing
I'm falling out of gravity ("someone help, I think we lost him")
Hit the stage and show these people how I do this shit so often
Got em yelling like they're Paul Revere on horseback outta Boston
You critics can't deny it, shut your mouth and keep it quiet
Now I'm out here getting bread, you'd think I'm on a Subway diet
I do this shit the livest, so yo please don't kill my vibe, bitch
Or I'm setting off a riot in this bitch, don't even try it
I've been working everyday, I think I need a vacation
And your girl been feeling me just like a TSA agent
So even if you haven't heard of me, at least she did
And even though that pisses you off, don't blame me kid!
Some people hate the fact that now I'm on my way
Some people love every fucking word that I say
Some other people still be like "who is he?"
But fuck it man, I'ma keep doing me cause

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Get By"

"Get By"


Yeah, I’m just tryna' to get by man, you know
Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah

[Hook:]
Grind every minute of my day tryna get by
And if I don’t reach the fortune and the fame I can always get high
Rollin’ up the la, la la la, la, la la la, la
La, la, la, la la la
Stay rollin’ up the la, la la la, la, la la la, la
Get high

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
Hello, my name’s Christian, steady flame spittin’
Treble, bass, and drum takes out the same system
Liu Kang kickin', Sugar Shane hittin'
Mary Jane twistin’, that’s my main mission
David Blaine magician, vanish into thin air
If they got a beat to spit on, I be in there
Cause I rock skills, and I pop pills
Til I act a jackass, Johnny Knoxville
Burn ‘til my eyes the color of a cardinal
I go all in, never partial
I'm a pure-bread, they’re just part-ill
They make a track, we forget em’ like Sarah Marshall
24/7 never will the grindin’ stop
Explore the internet, light up the FireFox
This isn’t AOL, but I’m livin’ A-OK
Philosophize, think the Socrates and Plato way
Never fade away, this the raw shit
Blueprint, Stan Lee couldn’t draw this
Flow a perfect 10, head-to-toe flawless
Give ‘em a colostomy bag if they try to talk shit
This is Saw Six, there will be no survivors
I drop the dopest fire, they just a broken lighter
I flick my Bic to the tip of the spliff
Sizzlin' piff, how I spit, try to riddle me this
Bitch

[Hook:]
Grind every minute of my day tryin’a get by
And if I don’t reach the fortune and the fame I can always get high
Rollin’ up the la, la la la, la, la la la, la
La, la, la, la la la
Stay rollin’ up the la, la la la, la, la la la, la
Get high

[Verse 2: Chris Webby]
Rockin’ a new shirt, find your chick and do work
Hoppin’ on every step to the top like livin’ like Hubert
I don’t do the jerk, or the rock away
But I got a lot to say in my mind locked away
Since my baptism of rap rhythms and had cats
Back flippin’ to tracks, spittin’ and ad libbin'
While we livin’ let’s enjoy it
On this planet earth before we destroy it
Cause now it seems we can’t avoid it
They talk about 2012, I’m like “oh well”
But between now and then, Webby’s got records to sell
I’ve been at this rap shit too long, too much practice
Hit a lot of road blocks, always moved past it
So twist a j, light up a dub sack
Yeah we love that, THC and blunt wraps
Bust raps spittin’ dirty as a mud flap
Since I was nothin’ but a rug rat
This is the life I’ve chosen, or has it chosen me?
But I’m just tryna be the man that I should hope to be
Another dope MC, out in the open sea
Hopin’ that the sharks ain't approachin’ me
Totally mind in tact, and I don’t do it for the money stacks
Just a head nod and some firm dabs
Runnin' laps tryna stay on track
Just tryna get by, what’s the matter with that, Jack?

[Hook:]
Grind every minute of my day tryin’a get by
And if I don’t reach the fortune and the fame I can always get high
Rollin’ up the la, la la la, la, la la la, la
La, la, la, la la la
Stay rollin’ up the la, la la la, la, la la la, la
Get high

 

[fox69]

"Get Down"
(feat. OnCue)

"Get Down"
(feat. OnCue)



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 ass white boy
Can clean up nice.
Button 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,
Shit,
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' sexy 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
Bitch
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.
Kill 'em all subliminally.

Don't even try gettin' at me
It just ain't worth it.
'Cause I ain't never seen a mother fucker
Beat perfect.
Got my own title
And I damn sure heard
That ain't nothing I got now
I didn't deserve bitch.

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 fucking 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' sexy 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 shit,
Murder this rap shit.
Rollin' out the club like
Stuck in the trap bitch.
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' sexy 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?