Get Down Chris Webby (Ft. OnCue)

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
Lemme get my fresh on, next on deck
I just breeze through easy, I haven't stopped yet
People give me daps, it's just a sign of respect
For me doin' my damn thing without breakin' a sweat
Look at me now, I'm doin' it, that's word on my life
Even this bummy ass white boy can clean up nice
Button up on, hat crooked to the right
Don't gotta look in the mirror cause I know that I'm tight, right?
I'm just here to have a hell of a night
And I'm ready to get twisted grab the L and a light
I know this hip hop game just a roll of the dice
But I know that I'm nice, that's why I'm holdin' the mic
Flowin' precise, who ever knew this stoner could write
And spit venom? Get ready for the cobra to strike
The end of the night? Shit it ain't nowhere in sight
So stay rockin' with your boy cause the future look bright

[Chorus: Chris Webby]
So we get down, bottles in the air
Dutch full of the kush and my people everywhere
And we get down, swag on high
Windows low, bass bumpin' in the ride
So we get down, ladies looking sexy as hell
You want a good time? Then Webby is well
So we get down, fill another cup
Cause we goin' from now till the sun come up