Artist: Chris Webby f/ OnCue Album: The White Noise LP (Mixtape) Song: Get Down Typed by: AZ Lyrics Let me get my fresh on Next on deck I just breeze through easy I haven't stopped yet People give me damages Of sign of respect for me Doin' my damn thing Without breaking a sweat Look at me now I'm doing 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's Just a roll of the dice But I know that I'm nice That's why I'm holding the mic Flowin' precise Whoever 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 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 Base bumpin' in the ride So we get down Ladies lookin' sexy as hell You want a good time? The Webby as well So we get down Fill another cup 'Cause we goin' from now Till the sun come up What? I get down Like I never wanna get up I'll never let up But keep my head up Dead up Fed up But not having my bread up But still I'm going all in Bitch Put your bed up Shred up Any track given to me It ain't hard for all my dogs And my women to see That I can't wait to be king Simba's living in me So I'm a roll with it Kill 'em all subliminally Don't even try gettin' at me It just ain't worth it 'Cause I ain't never seen a mother fucker Beat perfect Got my own title And I damn sure heard That ain't nothing I got now I didn't deserve bitch My feet left the surface of Earth 'Cause I'm too fly And I don't ever have to come down Do I? Who I be W-E-double B-Y Now who's fucking with me? 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 Base bumpin' in the ride So we get down Ladies lookin' sexy as hell You want a good time? The Webby as well So we get down Fill another cup 'Cause we goin' from now Till the sun come up What? Get down Like your girl on her knees And I got it in my car When we shootin' a breeze And I wish I can leave The snow and the leaves And see the palm trees Get blown by mommies And if y'all don't say My dick's bigger than Tom Lee And I'm tryin' to get a piece Like my name's Ghandi Got my own shake Ridin' behind me My back seat's big enough So get inside me I murder this rap shit Murder this rap shit Rollin' out the club like Stuck in the trap bitch Tell all these dudes Don't jack my tactics Bubby, I got you You don't got to ask it Just wipe 'em off Like a god damn napkin Whatever These dudes Shouldn't even be rapping See Me and you gotta purpose They should be at Mickeys (McDonalds) Flippin' up burgers 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 Base bumpin' in the ride So we get down Ladies lookin' sexy as hell You want a good time? The Webby as well So we get down Fill another cup 'Cause we goin' from now Till the sun come up What?