Oh, whoa, okay.
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Ha ha ha ha ha...
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It's Chris Webby mother fuckers.
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Yeah,
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Where the party at?
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Where the party at?
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Yo back in middle school yo
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This used to be my joint.
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For real,
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So let me get it uh.
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Yo...
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I can't lie,
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All day,
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I'm a partier.
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I walk in more fly
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Than Laguardia.
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Yeah I'm white,
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I don't mean to startle yah.
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I rep the burbs from CT
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To Narnia.
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I'm talkin' Solo cups,
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Keystone Light.
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Cop 'em by the 30
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Ain't no beating the price.
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When it comes to gettin' twisted,
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This dude here's gifted.
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Got cats and boss
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And sayin' I'm wicked.
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'Cause if you bring a beat,
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Them I'm a bring bars.
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Then I'm a show you
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Where the Wild Things Are.
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I make it rain till it's pouring,
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I don't spit game.
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I put my cleats on, bitch,
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And start scoring.
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Ye, I'm nice as fuck
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So light it up.
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Hmm, where's the journalist
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To write this up?
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In the tabloids,
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'Cause I'm making mad noise.
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Fuck making a band, dude,
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I already know I'm a bad boy.
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'Cause the rules?
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I don't follow 'em.
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And my family jewels?
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She gon' swallow 'em.
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'Cause you know
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I'll make your neighborhood rock,
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Turn the house party
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Into fucking Woodstock.
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No cut, paste, and copy,
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Don't mean to sound cocky.
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But that's just my confidence, yo,
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And I'm hardbody.
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Cruisin',
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Something like Ducatis,
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Maybe Kawasaki,
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I'm cooler than Lifanzie [?].
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'Cause I've been a superstar,
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Ever since my mommy
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Wen't into labor,
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Then out popped me.
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Not even a street sign's
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Capable to stop me.
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Keep my lyrics stuck in your head
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Like some Epoxy.
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Now, motherfucker,
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Comin' out of the south.
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On a CT,
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Get it poppin' off
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And I'm out.
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I'm nice, so you better notice.
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Pop bottles with
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Andy Sandberg and T-Pain
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On a boat, bitch!
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So honey how you doin'?
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How's your night goin'?
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We can head back to my crib
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If you like boning.
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And I like boning,
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Until it's bright mornin'
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And I'm a spit
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Until I get my fucking mic stolen.
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But I won't allow a burglery,
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I'm goin' in like
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Open heart surgery.
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Until I'm on TV
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Like Ron Burgundy,
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I'm a spit until everybody heard of me.
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It's Chris Webby.
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Man,
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I said it's Chris Webby.
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Bitch,
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Where the party at?
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Now, where the party at?
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Where the party at?
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Now where the party at?
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Bitch, and I'm out.
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Where The Party At
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Chris Webby |