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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Webby
Performer
Anna Yvette
Vocals
Dave Webster
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Webby
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brix
Producer
Jeff Edwards
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I got 'em sayin'
(Ohh noo, ohh noo, ohh noo)
Yeah, I got 'em sayin'
(Ohh noo, ohh noo, ohh noo, ohh noo)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, ****, ohh noo, gin and four loco
Who you gettin' crazy with, ese? You know I'm loco
Headbuttin' hoes like I'm Ocho (Cinco)
I be in the valley with the stoners and the cholos
**** stackin' more dough, you know how that shit go
You should get a pen, write it down and take a photo
My cologne say Versace, my dick say blow me
My drawers say Polo, yeah, bitch, Polo
Need a white girl with an ass like Coco's
Hit that pussy right, girl, I bought you some Manolo's
Now it's Adderall, shit, I used to pop NoDoz
Used to have one bitch, now I got four hoes
Hi, my name is Jarren, I am not normal
Give me Schwartz in that pussy, hit it like Arnold
Mr. Drummond, Willis, Kimberly, looks like a porno
Skeeted in her face, I treat that bitch just like a urinal
[Verse 3]
Webby tell these hatin' **** slit they wrist
Every track we on, we take a shit on it
Ladies, show your tits, meet a **** backstage
When you see me, pull my dick out and lick on it
Me and Webby huntin'
And we murderin' any motherfucker that's lookin' at us sideways
Cut the body five ways
We skin 'em and drop 'em off on the highway
These pussy ass **** so irate, they got us screamin'
[Verse 4]
(Ohh noo, ohh noo, ohh noo)
Yeah, I got 'em sayin'
(Ohh noo, ohh noo, ohh noo, ohh noo)
[Verse 5]
I was sent to demolish and decapitate whoever thinkin' they killin'
Doin' the hottest three, activate and murder many men
That make 'em say God is a rapper, wait
Better bow before Nina, don't even try to spit at the great
Sick, then I'ma get pissed, they're gonna get wack and fake
Bitch, get on my dick quick, give it a lick, acclimate
Get what you're given, get with the gift and go gravitate
Actin' an ape, I ate up an animal, I aggravate
Whole lotta people gettin' a whiff of the Niner
They lovin' a **** 'cause I'm a hell of a rhymer
Women are lookin' finer, I never decline her
She wanna climb my timer, stick it and I slime her
I get the pudding, never gotta wine and dine her
When I bust a run up with a broken heart, he get a shiner
When it come to murkin' on music, I'm a deadly designer
I'm drinkin' my Hennessy mixture out of a steiner
[Verse 6]
If he trippin', I'ma buck or I'ma cut a **** up with a machete
'Cause I'm runnin' with a gang that'll bring that flame
With a thing and it's heavy
You don't wanna fuck with a Tech N9ne
Or my **** JB, or Chris Webby
Havin' everybody sayin', "Ohh noo"
Bustin' out the window of a sick Chevy
[Verse 7]
(Ohh noo, ohh noo, ohh noo)
Yeah, I got 'em sayin'
(Ohh noo, ohh noo, ohh noo, ohh noo)
[Verse 8]
We don't fight fair, we right here
We the reason you've been wakin' up with nightmares
Got 'em runnin', got 'em runnin'
From the second that they see us comin', I got 'em sayin'
[Verse 9]
Hold up
On your mark, ready, set, go, look at Webb flow
I be jabbin' with the right and then I hit 'em with a left blow
Knock 'em back in time, like they chillin' with Bell and Ted, yo
To a land before time, T-Rex, ho
So many bars, you would think I'm livin' on death row
Webby just a motherfuckin' dog, where's PetCo?
Follow a plate of Kibbles 'n Bits with an egg roll
Genius in the laboratory, cookin' blue meth, yo
Call me Heisenberg, 'cause when I rhyme with words
These motherfuckers are behind the curve
I drive and swerve, turn and I ride the curb
And hit every pedestrian that doesn't find the nerve
To get out of the way (Jarren, did you see that shit?)
Yeah, maybe you should drive, 'cause the weed I hit
Got me feelin' so loca la vida, bitch
Why you even pass me that shit?
[Verse 10]
But fuck it, man, I am an animal, but you never seen my species
A brand new breed they discovered in CT
Homegrown bitch, yellin', "Feed me, feed me"
And every listener is pressin' repeat
Bitch, I got a sick mind, stomach bug in the brain
Insane, you gotta keep me handcuffed with a chain
But I'll still break out like Burt Wonderstone
So anytime you see me comin', yo, I got 'em yellin' out
[Verse 11]
(Ohh noo, ohh noo, ohh noo)
Yeah, I got 'em sayin'
(Ohh noo, ohh noo, ohh noo, ohh noo)
Yeah, I got 'em sayin'
Written by: Chris Webby