Chris Webby - Get Loose Lyrics
Yeah, haha. It's Chris Webby. Yeah.Static on the beat.Baby I get loose,I get loose.You know what I mean?I'm feelin' good,Real good.Uh huh, yeah. Yeah.It's that human dictionary,Webby's always rapping A to Z.Never smart to play with meThe flow is never A to G [?].My style is indescribableSo nobody can label me.Get loose with a bottle of goose,Rollin' an eighth of weed.Step to me,Then I'm prepared for war.'Cause I'm a ninjaSo you know I'm down to carry a sword.In the lead,So my competitors stare at the score.While I'll be gettin' high like ChewbaccaAnd Harrison Ford.Immature,Yeah, sureBut I spit that heat.Molten lava off the top,Baby, Dante's peak.I just tighten up my sneaks,And I stomp that beat.Build a butcherDon't even know if you want that beef.I get loose like the crotch of my jeans.So complex when I rap.Can't even tell what a lot of it means.But I be gettin' to the topBy any possible means.With that audio crack rockI got for the fiend.I get loose,In the boothAnd I'm at it again.So get ready for the showBaby gather your friends.It's that foul mouth white boyBack to offendEverybody that I can.Where's my pad and a pen?I get looseWith the flowNever air to my words.CT on my back,And I'm reppin' for sure.Anybody and everybody can tellIt's my turn.So I'm a show these people why Webby'sThe best in the burbs.I roll the dice like Jumanji,No Robin Williams,But I'll have a pack of animalsStampeding through your lobby.I'm the son of Zeus,Webby spit it godly.I'm a good fella,Play the roll of Tommy.With a couple of zanniesIn my systemAnd a Callanie [?]I'll be wallin' out of control.I *****in' dare you to stop me.I'm edgierThan complicated origami.Throwin' fists,I'm the opposite of Gandhi.Never be wack,I'm head of the pack,I'm leveling tracks.Etc, you step in the ring,I'm sending you back.You'll be lucky if you leaveAnd then your head is attached.When I attack the nervous systemWith these venemous tracks.Stay loose with the laces on my boots,Living proof,That hip-hop ain't dead,It evolved to something new.So call the armyAnd bring out the damn tanks.'Cause that's all she wroteDiary of Anne Frank.I get loose,In the boothAnd I'm at it again.So get ready for the showBaby gather your friends.It's that foul mouth white boyBack to offendEverybody that I can.Where's my pad and a pen?I get looseWith the flowNever air to my words.CT on my back,And I'm reppin' for sure.Anybody and everybody can tellIt's my turn.So I'm a show these people why Webby'sThe best in the burbs.Yeah.
