Chris Webby - Dangerous Lyrics

Drinkin [?] Smokin [?] Poppin [?] Ro­llin [?]
F*ckin till my condoms broken
Stackin chips and Bangin chicks
We livin life so dangerous now let's go.

Uh yeah
Webby back and I told you what
Get up on the stage and the show is nuts
Microphone in my cobra clutch, what?
Jack frost on the beat 'cause I'll be too cold to touch
Hit em with a rhythm and be dope as f*ck
Baby girl hit your knees and open up
CT vendal and I never give a shit don't plan to
'Cause I'm here to make a splash like Shamo
Damn you ran through any competition that I can do
Can you figure a flow and I keep hate
Joints rolled up to the face, turn up the base till my windows break
Flow well done let me raise the stakes
Since 88' I've been the mother f*cking monster man
Had head phones on in my sonogram
Came out so mean that the doctor ran
And had a full ass diaper of contraband
God damn, I'm killing the flow that's the plan
I'm f*ckin every girl I can
Ball like Jordan space jam pass me the rock I'll hit em with a slam
Du-du-dumb baseline coming out the trunk
Always stay drunk with a full ass blunt
Money up front chase in cheddar can't stop me bitch I'm way too clever
Give me a beat no other place ain't better
Spit so cold I can change the weather
Bitch I've been living this way forever
Wait till the game get a taist of webbster

Drinkin [?] Smokin [?] Poppin [?] Ro­llin [?]
F*ckin till my condoms broken
Stackin chips and Bangin chicks
We livin life so dangerous now let's go.

Uh yeah let me go ahead and do it like this now
Sit down making a beat my bitch now
Hit her with a right hook Chris Brown
Take down your chick around the hips
Lean back with a sticky ass pound of piff
This real hip-hop no counter fit
And put some drink in the cup bounce to this
And get loud the shit, T-rex raw
I'm a take bin and I eat ate yours
Bangin a f*ck at the girl next door
Too small that I might just check my test goors
Rock when I'm around the bed, always on the ground no time to rest
Your girlfriend ask me if I can sign the chest
And then I wonder out like a P90x
And then I sign then check and then I make them bill shit
And I don't even got no deal
I know how I am and I keep it real
So damn fresh haven't cracked the seal
King of the hill wrack with the words
Prove em mother f*cking destined the burbs
Stepped to me do you bound to get served
No entree dish I'm a full dessert
I'm just puttin out work nine to five
Jet pack flow time to fly
No such thing as kind of high
Burnt down all day that's what I decide
Yeah it's "C" "W"
And you rollin in the whip when I'm coming through
We're drinking poppin another pill or two
And I'll be lovin my life, bitch how about you

Drinkin [?] Smokin [?] Poppin [?] Ro­llin [?]
F*ckin till my condoms broken
Stackin chips and Bangin chicks
We livin life so dangerous now let's go.