Chris Webby - Hump Day Songtexte

Yeah
You know, some of the motherfuckers out here acting like I don't still got bars
Like this isn't exactly what the fuck I do!
Heh...stupid motherfuckers, yeah


My DNA litty, frame skinny and brain witty
With weed in my jeans, my mom's a straight hippy
Keep a tight circle of those that bring with me
Rocking Timberland boots and we bang Biggie
You dig me? Pulling up while puffing the sticky
With a bird, like I got some Snuffleupagus in me
Getting faded every single time I come to your city
I'll be up at the local bar like Always Sunny in Philly
Keep it a hundred and fifty
No little dicky, bitch I'm medium sized
Doing whatever is needed for my piece of the pie
Jacked up on so many damn amphetamines that I believe I can fly
Brain and Pinky with the scheme I devised
Diso-bidient mind, making G's on the grind
Webby make your head nod, put your seat in recline
With that throwback (?) like somebody learned to freeze it in time
Prince of Persia with the meanest of rhymes
(An emcee in his prime, you feel me?)
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