down right

chris webby

yea

yea. cause we came to get down right. yea

yea

yea. 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

i don't know about you

but i came to get down right

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

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

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

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?

sorry girl that's the way i'm livin

so get

this is what is sounds like

yea

Full Lyrics: down right - chris webby