Chris Webby Bounce Lyrics

There Goes the Neighborhood Track Listing
Digital Media 1
  • 1 Church (intro)
  • 2 What I Do
  • 3 Skyline
  • 4 There Goes the Neighborhood
  • 5 Bad Guy
  • 6 Through the Roof
  • 7 Bounce
  • 8 I'm Gone
  • 9 Take Me Home
  • 10 Until I Die
  • [Hook]
    Yeaaah, all you motherfuckers
    Turn it up let it (bounce)
    In the trunk let it (bounce)
    Throw em up let it (bounce)
    Yeah bitch, this is what we do when we verbally turn em out
    With the speakers to the maximum, baby just let it bounce
    Now, in a crowd let it, (bounce) turn it loud let it (bounce)
    Blow em out let it (bounce)
    Yeah bitch, this is what we do when I show em what I'm about
    With the speakers to the maximum baby just let it bounce

    [Verse 1: Chris Webby]
    It's that evil rap nemesis, puttin' together sentences
    Faster than that hedgehog runnin' on Sega Genesis
    Higher than the hooves of Pegasus, and let the pencil hit
    The paper harder than a bus, Jerome Bettis it
    Let it be said a bit with the excellent rhetoric
    My vernacular's spectacular, step to me and I'll settle it
    If mastery of language was the goal, then I'm ahead of it
    You can't connect the checks that I'm cuttin' down in Connecticut
    My flow is art, rib cage, got a soldier's heart
    Verbally a double barrell shotty, leave you blown apart
    I'm such an animal they kicked me off of Noah's Ark
    Cause they keep on comin' up shorter than Napoleon Bonaparte
    Me? I'm a tall dude, never let you fall through
    Hard as granite dammit, these bitches softer than dog food
    Shoot em up, R2, drop so many bars you
    Haters quit your job, cause there's nothin' to argue
    Now let it


    [Verse 2: Chris Webby]
    White boy rap sergeant, buzz bigger than Cartman
    Mentally a menace, my brain's the size of a Martian's
    Used to be broke as fuck at the mall lookin' for bargains
    Now I got a gold card, cha ching, charge em'
    Started off small now I do it for the masses
    Spit it greater, incinerate em, burn em to ashes
    Now these new college kids think that they can match it
    Bitch I drop classics, all you droppin' is classes
    Who needs Hofstra? Hip-Hops my donna school
    Hotter than my mamas macaroni with some gaba gruel
    Yeah I'm cocky as fuck, just bein' honest fool
    Being modest isn't in a single molecule
    In my whole body, who's touchin' me nobody
    Now I'm up on iTunes takin' yo money
    Give a shit my nose runny cause I spit it so sick
    Now bounce turn it up in the whip, cause you know we gonna


    [Verse 3: Chris Webby]
    I'm that dude with a 40 while everybody sippin' Rozay
    No filter on my mouth, not a thing I won't say
    Check the clocks like Coldplay, know what time it is
    And my future still looking good like Marisa Tomei
    Huh, beatin' me? no way, bitch you better ease up
    Who needs a label? only thing I'm signin' is a prenup
    I'm a beast why would I compete with these chumps
    I'm an 8 ball, they only equal the key bump
    Keep my bars hot, rappin' in the car lots
    Private school trainin' at the school of hard knocks
    They pop the hard rock, I'm makin' your jaw drop
    So high, I'm up in the sky with Star Fox
    Hip-Hop veteran, rockin' a weightless Letterman
    Bad to the bone you can check my damn skeleton
    Webby ready as ever you better let me in
    Come on bounce let me tell em' again
    So just


    Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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