Dangerous

Drinkin’, smokin’, poppin’, rollin’

Fuckin’ ‘till my condom’s broken

Stackin’ chips, and bangin’ chicks

We livin’ life so dangerous, now let’s go!

Chris Webby:

Uhh, yeah

Webby back and I told you what

Get up on the stage and I show his nuts

Microphone and my Kobra Klutch

What, Jack Frost on the beat cause I be too cold to touch

Hit ‘em with the rhythm that be dope as fuck

Baby girl hit your knees and open up

CT Vandal, and I never gave a shit don’t plan to

Cause I’m here to make a splash like Shamu

Damn you, ran through, any competition that I can do

Can you figure the flow and keep pace?

Joints rolled up to the face

Turn up the bass ‘till my windows break

Flow well done, let me raise the stakes

Since '88 I been a mother fuckin’ monster, man

Had headphones on in my sonogram

Came out so mean that the doctor ran

And had a full-ass diaper of contraband

God damn, I’m killin’ the flow that’s the plan

Fuckin’ every girl I can

Ball like Jordan; Space Jam

Pass me the rock and I’ll hit ‘em with a slam

D-d-done, bass line coming out the drum

Always stay drunk with a full-ass blunt

Money up front, chasing cheddar

Can’t stop me, bitch, I’m way too clever

Give me a beat, no one could lace it better

Spit so cold I could change the weather

Bitch I’ll be living this way forever

Wait ‘till the game get a taste of Webster

Chris Webby:

Uhh, yeah

Let me go ahead and do it like this now

Sit down, makin' a beat my bitch now

Hit it with that right hook; Chris Brown

Deck down you chick, around the hips

Lean back with a sticky ass pound of piff

This real hip-hop, no counterfeit

Put some drink in your cup; bounce with this

Get loud as shit; T-Rex roar

Put my tape in, and I eject yours

Bangin’ the fuck out of the girl next door

Too smart and I might just check my test scores

Rock with a flow and I rhyme the best

Always on the grind no time to rest

Your girlfriend asked me if I could sign her chest

Then I worked her out like a P90x

I just sign the check, and then I make them bills

Shit, and I don’t even got no deal

I know who I am, and I keeps it real

So damn fresh; haven’t cracked the seal

King of the hill; rep with the words

Proved I’m the mother fucking best in the burbs

Step to me then you bound to get served

No entrée dish or a full dessert

I just put in that work; 9 to 5

Jetpack flow; time to fly

No such thing as kind of high

Burn it down all day, that’s what I decide

Yeah, it’s CW

Hear me rollin’ in the whip when we comin’ through

We drinkin’; pop another pill or two

And I be loving my life, bitch, how about you?