Down Right - Chris Webby

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

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

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

(Piano solo played by Remo the Hitmaker)

This is what is sounds like (x3)

Yea