Goin’ Down Chris Webby

[Intro]
Yeah, Webby
Uh uh

[Chorus]
All the right friends in all the wrong places
Everybody knows, everybody knows where we’re goin’
We goin’ we goin’ we goin’ (yeah, we’re goin’ down)

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
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
Flow obscene, 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