Chris Webby
Chris Webby - Down Right lyrics
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[Intro] Yea, yea. Cause we came to get down right. Yea, yea, yea (clears throat) [Hook] Cause we came to get down right, yea Eyes low from the weed we roll and I'm in my zone Cause we came to get down right, yea Ride slow, with the bass up mo', till the speakers blow Cause we came to get down right Damn right, sloppy sloppy drunk And we came to get down right Damn right, green up in my blunt This what it sounds like (x2) I don't know about you, but I came to get down right [Verse 1] Three below, cold on the scene when I freak the flow Full zip lock, got the weed to roll, thick chick with the double d's leaving o- Ver my center console in my vehicle, unzip my pants, give my jeans a pull And even though, I put a little MDMA in your mom's martini (she ain't even know it) We back to rip it, I'm classic, it's past terrific I'm smashing these whack rappers, and clash with critics At the same time, I'm rolling up grass and hit it, and drinking liquor till they telling me I'm past the limit I'm half smashed and half baked, with accur-ate, flow that's so damn hot I'll evaporate Let me elaborate, I'm with your chick in the back on my lap doing things that her dad would hate, so get [Hook] Cause we came to get down right, yea Eyes low from the weed we roll and I'm in my zone Cause we came to get down right, yea Ride slow, with the bass up mo', till the speakers blow Cause we came to get down right Damn right, sloppy sloppy drunk And we came to get down right Damn right, green up in my blunt This what it sounds like (x2) I don't know about you, but I came to get down right [Verse 2] Webby up next, success on the front steps Ticking time bomb, someone dial up Funk Flex Time to set me off bitch, none left when the dust sets Got em upset, that I do it this big, white kid that'll never give a fuck less That'll never pass a drug test, cause I came to get down right man, why you up left? Hutt one, hutt two, let it go yo, Tony Romo with a bag full of homegrown And my hat down so low, you can't even tell it's me up in the mother fucking photos, yo (yo) Tell them wait a minute, when I'm waking up fully faded with a naked chick it's My memory, and uhh, I forgot your name, what is it? (Are you kidding?) Sorry girl that's the way I'm livin, so get [Hook] Cause we came to get down right, yea Eyes low from the weed we roll and I'm in my zone Cause we came to get down right, yea Ride slow, with the bass up mo', till the speakers blow Cause we came to get down right Damn right, sloppy sloppy drunk And we came to get down right Damn right, green up in my blunt This what it sounds like (x2) I don't know about you, but I came to get down right [Bridge] (Piano solo played by Remo the Hitmaker) This is what is sounds like (x3) Yea [Hook] Cause we came to get down right, yea Eyes low from the weed we roll and I'm in my zone Cause we came to get down right, yea Ride slow, with the bass up mo', till the speakers blow Cause we came to get down right Damn right, sloppy sloppy drunk And we came to get down right Damn right, green up in my blunt This what it sounds like (x2) I don't know about you, but I came to get down right