| Straight chuggin' on the 40 ounce, brain cells fry
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| Like a clamb strip all day get high
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| Never ending story felt course stay fly
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| My mom’s a math teacher so I gotta multiply
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| Not a mathematician myself so I ride
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| At my 98 Altima parked outside
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| Hustle and mixtapes I’m tryna get by
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| Double U E double B follow with a Y
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| Mothafucka that’s me and I be so cool
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| To be on my level you gonna need a step-stool
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| Always been a troublemaker gotta break rules
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| Breaking every law till they kick me out of school
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| So amped up you’d think I’m chuggin' jet fuel
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| Chasing a bottle of moon shine with an O’Doules
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| No more rules let me call up Billy Madison
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| And have em slippin' on banana peels if they challenge him
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| I’m bafflin' any competitor with what I’m rappin' and
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| The future’s lookin' bright I think I’m staring at a halogen
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| Born in ‘88 I got it tatted on my abdomen
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| Product of the 90s, everyday practicin'
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| Then it started happenin', turned into a beast
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| Full bred pit with a little Maltise
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| Woof, slaughter any track I see
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| You’ve now been warned, you’d better hide your beats
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| I’ma never give a fuck about you
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| I’m just doing what I do
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| Murder any beat I put my mind too
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| Thought you knew that’s what I do
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| Rappin' on the mike till my face turns blue
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| Through and through that’s what I do
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| That’s what I do
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| Stop sleeping over there man pass the blunt
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| L ride around town and be back for lunch
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| Got a full plate of beats and some Captain Crunch
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| Me on the mike only lost a battle once
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| Everybody else, murked em
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| Cooked it up, served em
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| Pen in hand I got the dexterity of a surgeon
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| Freestyles burn em, written rhymes flawless
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| Like the names of every Mutant Ninja Turtle, I’m an artist
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| Bitch, nobody stoppin' what I’m sayin'
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| Lyrical display gon' shock em like Raiden
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| Everyday ragin', show me where the party’s at
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| Where the bitches where the broads where the hotties at?
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| Where the liquor where the bud, where the Marley at?
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| Where the stage I’m bouta give the crowd a heart attack
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| Life’s short so you know I gotta live it up
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| Brim low dutch rolled I’ma never give a fuck
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| All I got’s my word and my balls just a nerve with a cause
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| Livin' life like a video game so press pause
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| Double tap X with a shot to the brain
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| Back back square hit em with the scorpion chain
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| So get over here bitch ill kick em like Liu Kang
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| And fatality anybody who shits on my name
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| Its that tatted up tyrant, heatin' up the climate
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| Pissing on these haters like puppies on fire hydrants
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| It’s that motherfuckin' Optimus Rhyme full bottle of pills
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| Blunted with a bottle of wine
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| Fully transform bout to take over the game soon
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| Ain’t no mothafucka I’m afraid to bring the flame to
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| Got em rotisserie while I be smokin' piffery
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| Making words connect like letters written in calligraphy
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| Not a person here stepping in my shoes
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| ‘Cause see Webby’s back and this is what I do |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What I Do, artist - Chris Webby. Album song There Goes The Neighborhood, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп