yeah
webby
uh uh
yeah yeah yeah yeah
we goin' we goin' we goin'
we goin' down
town to town the whole court
east to west side
got fan support
i serve 'em with the music like a delicatessen
what will i do next
got connecticut guessin'
leave a hell of an impression
my words are my weapons
now that my name's stretchin' they startin' to feel threatened
i'm rowdy
i'm rough around the edges and i'm reckless
rock mics from new york
philly to texas
eat rappers for breakfast
murder a beat
got peoples from florida to old orchard beach
up north
but of course i show up with a team
roll deep like e-pills on submarines
blow up scene
half and half i need cream
so i can add some thickness to the pockets of my jeans
one day i'll be on that tv screen
but until then i'm chillin'
just livin' the dream like
yeah yeah yeah yeah
we goin' we goin' we goin'
we goin' down like a light switch
we on that hype shit
middle fingers aren't concerned about politeness
rip mics righteous
who could not like this
eagle in the sky while you birds still flightless
do nothin' but travel
flowin' 'n' such
got girls across the east side blowin' me up
they all got chris webby in the tape deck
jersey shore to my mama cita in
sorority girls from hofstra to adelphi
down in l.i. they bumpin' that webb y
and i'll make sure that they all are pretty
got a barbie bitty down in
i guess i got hoes in different area codes
ct two-oh-three to eight-six-oh
and how could i complain about gettin' laid off of mixtapes
even though i probably got kids in like six states
yeah yeah yeah yeah
we goin' we goin' we goin'
we goin' down like the temperature in winter
a skinny white boy inked up
no printer
ct simba
knock 'em down yellin' out timber! "