Chris Webby - Outdo You Lyrics
(feat. Vice Versa)Yea. 203 where you at baby, Hempstead holla! I'm nice.[Verse 1:]Yo, I'm a out do you, don't know what I'd do toYou... ***** I'm cookooOnly white boy at private school rockin' FubuSpitting flames like a dragon homie call me MushouLike Yogi leave you with a Boo Boo, from punches and kicksYou'll catch a pummelin' now tell me who *****ing with thisI'm runnin' this shit with my troublesome cliqueWon't stop till I'm drowning in a puddle of spit***** tends to come my way, call me cat nipA *****in' bull mastiff, hit em with a kick make em backflipThis is madness, drunk and chuggin' a fortyWriting in my Notebook but this isn't a love storyGrimier than N.O.R.E. but I stay with creamLeaving you lost like Oceanic Flight 815Real mean, when I get up on the mic and shred itNo copy, paste, or edit, I'm nice so don't sweat it[Chorus: Vice Versa]And you know that I'm a rider boySo try the boyI'll spit flames and fry ya boySo ayyyI'm a out do you *****es [x2]And ya know I'm spittin' fire boyRetire boyCause I'm a level higher boySo ayyyI'm a out do you *****es [x2][Verse 2:]I make a point like Uncle Sam, stay puffin' gramsDrunk as ***** with my red solo cup in handYou better *****in' scram, cause I am back *****Bout to be blowing up like an inflatable mattressNot one to mess with, cleaner than antisepticCheck it, before this verbal tek makes your chest splitI'm blessed, A plus, five stars with a check *****Something like Borat, cause "You will never get this! "Yes it's Vindictive stay blazin' the herbPockets full of more trees than a nature reserveOh word? The illest in the two-oh-thirdSo ***** what you heard, I'm kicking em to the curbWith words illy cause everything I write you feltUntil I'm rocking a gold medal like Michael PhelpsI'm a keep swimming laps around you, raps surround youOut do you in things that I don't even know how to[Chorus][Bridge: Vice Versa]And I'm doing my thang, doing my thang (Yea, holla)Coming back around like a boomerang (Like a boomerang *****)And you know, you know (You already know)That I'm the one y'all can't touch (Can't touch)Never stop rapping till I'm rockin' handcuffs (Till I'm locked up)I'm dope, I'm dope (I'm dope as a muh *****er)And I hold it down, holdin' it down (Hold it down)First rapper reppin' a suburban town (Suburbs!)I flow, it shows (God damn right)Don't got a gun, but you gotta run (Yea)Cause stepping to me, your gunna get out doneYou know(Webby) Cause I'm nice and you mother *****ers know, baby
