Oh, whoa, okay. Ha ha ha ha ha... It's Chris Webby mother fuckers. Yeah, Where the party at? Where the party at? Yo back in middle school yo This used to be my joint. For real, So let me get it uh. Yo...
I can't lie, All day, I'm a partier. I walk in more fly Than Laguardia. Yeah I'm white, I don't mean to startle yah. I rep the burbs from CT To Narnia.
I'm talkin' Solo cups, Keystone Light. Cop 'em by the 30 Ain't no beating the price. When it comes to gettin' twisted, This dude here's gifted. Got cats and boss And sayin' I'm wicked.
'Cause if you bring a beat, Them I'm a bring bars. Then I'm a show you Where the Wild Things Are. I make it rain till it's pouring, I don't spit game. I put my cleats on, bitch, And start scoring.
Ye, I'm nice as fuck So light it up. Hmm, where's the journalist To write this up? In the tabloids, 'Cause I'm making mad noise. Fuck making a band, dude, I already know I'm a bad boy.
'Cause the rules? I don't follow 'em. And my family jewels? She gon' swallow 'em. 'Cause you know I'll make your neighborhood rock, Turn the house party Into fucking Woodstock.
No cut, paste, and copy, Don't mean to sound cocky. But that's just my confidence, yo, And I'm hardbody. Cruisin', Something like Ducatis, Maybe Kawasaki, I'm cooler than Lifanzie [?].
'Cause I've been a superstar, Ever since my mommy Wen't into labor, Then out popped me. Not even a street sign's Capable to stop me. Keep my lyrics stuck in your head Like some Epoxy.
Now, motherfucker, Comin' out of the south. On a CT, Get it poppin' off And I'm out. I'm nice, so you better notice. Pop bottles with Andy Sandberg and T-Pain On a boat, bitch!
So honey how you doin'? How's your night goin'? We can head back to my crib If you like boning. And I like boning, Until it's bright mornin' And I'm a spit Until I get my fucking mic stolen.
But I won't allow a burglery, I'm goin' in like Open heart surgery. Until I'm on TV Like Ron Burgundy, I'm a spit until everybody heard of me.
It's Chris Webby. Man, I said it's Chris Webby. Bitch, Where the party at? Now, where the party at? Where the party at? Now where the party at? Bitch, and I'm out.
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Copy to Clipboard: Oh, whoa, okay. Ha ha ha ha ha... It's Chris Webby mother fuckers. Yeah, Where the party at? Where the party at? Yo back in middle school yo This used to be my joint. For real, So let me get it uh. Yo...
I can't lie, All day, I'm a partier. I walk in more fly Than Laguardia. Yeah I'm white, I don't mean to startle yah. I rep the burbs from CT To Narnia.
I'm talkin' Solo cups, Keystone Light. Cop 'em by the 30 Ain't no beating the price. When it comes to gettin' twisted, This dude here's gifted. Got cats and boss And sayin' I'm wicked.
'Cause if you bring a beat, Them I'm a bring bars. Then I'm a show you Where the Wild Things Are. I make it rain till it's pouring, I don't spit game. I put my cleats on, bitch, And start scoring.
Ye, I'm nice as fuck So light it up. Hmm, where's the journalist To write this up? In the tabloids, 'Cause I'm making mad noise. Fuck making a band, dude, I already know I'm a bad boy.
'Cause the rules? I don't follow 'em. And my family jewels? She gon' swallow 'em. 'Cause you know I'll make your neighborhood rock, Turn the house party Into fucking Woodstock.
No cut, paste, and copy, Don't mean to sound cocky. But that's just my confidence, yo, And I'm hardbody. Cruisin', Something like Ducatis, Maybe Kawasaki, I'm cooler than Lifanzie [?].
'Cause I've been a superstar, Ever since my mommy Wen't into labor, Then out popped me. Not even a street sign's Capable to stop me. Keep my lyrics stuck in your head Like some Epoxy.
Now, motherfucker, Comin' out of the south. On a CT, Get it poppin' off And I'm out. I'm nice, so you better notice. Pop bottles with Andy Sandberg and T-Pain On a boat, bitch!
So honey how you doin'? How's your night goin'? We can head back to my crib If you like boning. And I like boning, Until it's bright mornin' And I'm a spit Until I get my fucking mic stolen.
But I won't allow a burglery, I'm goin' in like Open heart surgery. Until I'm on TV Like Ron Burgundy, I'm a spit until everybody heard of me.
It's Chris Webby. Man, I said it's Chris Webby. Bitch, Where the party at? Now, where the party at? Where the party at? Now where the party at? Bitch, and I'm out.
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