Chris Webby - What I Do lyrics

rate me

Stay chuggin on the 40 ounce, brain cells fry

Like a clam strip all day get high

Never ending story Falcor stay fly

My mom's a math teacher so i gotta multiply

Not a mathematician myself so i ride

At my 98 Altima parked outside

Hustling mixtapes i’m tryna get by

W-E double B follow with a Y

Motha f*cka that’s me and i be so cool

To be on my level you gonna need a stepstool

Always been a troublemaker gotta break rules

Breaking every law till they kick me out of school

So amped up youd think i’m chuggin jet fuel

Chasing a bottle of moon shine with an O'Doules

No more rules let me call up Billy Madison

And have em slippin on banana peels if they challenge him

Im bafflin any competitor with what im rappin and

The futures lookin bright i think i’m staring at a halogen

Born in '88 i got it tatted on my abdomen

Product of the 90s, everyday practicin

Then it started happenin, turned into a beast

Full bred pit with a little Maltise

Woof, slaughter any track that I see

Youve now been warned, you’d better hide your beats

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Imma never give a f*ck about you

I’m just doing what i do

Murder any beat i put my mind too

Thought you knew that’s what i do

Rappin on the mic till my face turns blue

Through and through that’s what i do

That’s what i do

Stop sleeping over there man pass the blunt

L ride around town and be back for lunch

Got a full plate of beats and some Captain Crunch

Me on the mic only lost a battle once

Everybody else, murked em

Cooked it up, served em

Pen in hand i got the dexterity of a surgeon

Freestyles burn em, written rhymes flawless

Like the names of every Ninja Turtle, im an artist

bitch, nobody stoppin what i’m sayin

Lyrical display gon shock em like Raiden

Everyday ragin, show me where the party’s at

Where the bitches where the broads where the hotties at?

Where the liquor where the bud, where the molly at?

Where the stage im bout to give the crowd a heart attack

Life’s short so you know i gotta live it up

Brim low dutch rolled i’ma never give a f*ck.

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All i gots my word and my balls just a nerve with a cause

livin life like a video game so press pause

Double tap X with a shot to the brain

Back back square catch em with the scorpion chain

So get over here bitch ill kick em like Liu Kang

And fatality anybody who shits on my name

Its that tatted up tyrant, heatin up the climate,

Pissing on these haters like puppies on fire hydrants

Its that motherfuckin optimus rhyme full bottle of pills

Blunted with a bottle of wine

Fully transform bout to take over the game soon

Aint’ no motha f*cka i’m afraid to bring the flame to

Got em rotisserie while i be smokin piffery

Making words connect like letters written in caligraphy

Not a person here stepping in my shoes

‘Cause C. Webbys back and this is what i do

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Thanks to CMJonny for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to CMJonny for correcting these lyrics