where the party at
Singer:chris webby
okay. ha ha ha ha ha. it's chris webby mother fuckers. yeah
yo back in middle school yo
this used to be my joint. for real
so let me get it uh. yo. i can't lie
i'm a partier. i walk in more fly
than laguardia. yeah i'm white
i don't mean to startle yah. i rep the burbs from ct
to narnia. i'm talkin' solo cups
keystone light. cop 'em by the 30
ain't no beating the price. when it comes to gettin' twisted
this dude here's gifted. got cats and boss
and sayin' i'm wicked. 'cause if you bring a beat
them i'm a bring bars. then i'm a show you
where the wild things are. i make it rain till it's pouring
i don't spit game. i put my cleats on
'cause i'm making mad noise. fuck making a band
i already know i'm a bad boy. 'cause the rules?
i don't follow 'em. and my family jewels?
she gon' swallow 'em. 'cause you know
i'll make your neighborhood rock
into fucking woodstock. no cut
don't mean to sound cocky. but that's just my confidence
and i'm hardbody. cruisin'
i'm cooler than lifanzie. 'cause i've been a superstar
then out popped me. not even a street sign's
capable to stop me. keep my lyrics stuck in your head
comin' out of the south. on a ct
so you better notice. pop bottles with
we can head back to my crib
if you like boning. and i like boning
until it's bright mornin'
until i get my fucking mic stolen. but i won't allow a burglery
open heart surgery. until i'm on tv
i'm a spit until everybody heard of me. it's chris webby. man
i said it's chris webby. bitch