yeah
ha ha
got the weed in my dutch
liquor in my cup
but i never gave a fuck
so you know i'm ready to go
you know i'm ready to go
got my speakers turned up
rattle in my trunk
but i never gave a fuck
so you know i'm ready to go
you know i'm ready to go
i've been ready to go
full sprint
i'm ahead of the flow
strap seat forward to my chest
know that webby will blow
i've had this mean demeanor in me since forever ago
nothing but green lights ahead
i push the pedal and go
a veteran pro
veins pump seven below
and will cruise until he got it
never settling so
i'm ready to go
moving quickly in my pole position
no one holding christian
more venomous than a cobra spitting
crush you
no position
with the illest and dopest rhythm
'cos they soft
weak-hearted and wack with no ambition
i'm obi wan kanobi with the flow you can't control me
i'm a mixture of paulie
christopher
sylvio and tony
an honorary soprano
with mono y mono
with castallano
and hit 'em with a luke hang combo
skin tone blanco
though when i get up on the beat i spit 'til i'm blue in the face looking like ganzo
got the weed in my dutch
liquor in my cup
but i never gave a fuck
so you know i'm ready to go
you know i'm ready to go
got my speakers turned up
rattle in my trunk
but i never gave a fuck
so you know i'm ready to go
you know i'm ready to go
okay
what's good
chris
thanks for letting my on this song
they'll catch a buzz for lightyears
to infinity and beyond
my affinity falls
the liquor has been bitter sweet all along
though to the best of my abilities
then breeze homie
i'm gone
let's get it webby
son
i'm ready to go
just drop me off at the liquor store to get some henny to po'
i hope in ct they got that good heavy to smoke
well i'm dope
thanks for letting me know
i'm a cocky young wordsmith
sticking to the cursing
and tryna make my word fit in one of these bird's lips
i see you hawkin'
pigeon for the squawking
but when i give her the rooster she digging them eagle claws in
i'm leaving with back scratches
bruises and open gashes
jesus
i'm looking like christ from the passion
rock new clothes but a nigga old-fashioned
hit it
then she running back
yeah
bo jackson
got the weed in my dutch
liquor in my cup
but i never gave a fuck
so you know i'm ready to go
you know i'm ready to go
got my speakers turned up
rattle in my trunk
but i never gave a fuck
so you know i'm ready to go
you know i'm ready to go
yeah
yeah
i'm not like these punks that lack hustle
i'm big
they weaker than steven hawking's calf muscles
nothing but trouble with a dub up in my bubbler
hotter than summer under a goosedown comforter
hennessy up in my cup still i never stutter words
thc running through my jugular
fuckin' serve
anybody who thinks i'm just a gimmick
i spit it how i live it
that's why everyone on twitter had to click it
i'm the raider of the lost ark
make the dj bring it back like a false start
this ain't a fallacy
my dude
'cos i can truly flow
and play the hand i was dealt
something like yu-gi-oh
since a long time ago
spitting freestyle or flow
drunk with a pen in my hand like edgar allen poe
and i won't stop 'til i'm a millionaire
put the pieces together
bitch
build-a-bear
got the weed in my dutch
liquor in my cup
but i never gave a fuck
so you know i'm ready to go
you know i'm ready to go
got my speakers turned up
rattle in my trunk
but i never gave a fuck
so you know i'm ready to go
you know i'm ready to go
2010
chris webby
googie gohard