Текст песни «Chris Webby - Certified»

I don't have a Master's or Bachelor's just a certificate sayin' "Certified Rapper" fresh fly and dapper
Cracker with cheese and Connecticut steez bitch I'm cooler than a summertime breeze hoe please
In my jeans two cahones you better respect you couldn't get me with a net I'm the deadliest catch
The record labels ever seen lettin' off steam sippin' lean American jumpin' bean
I'm a fiend for the opposite sex when I put your feet up by your neck baby make us both sweat
Yes I'm a damn dog like a Labrador everyday I'm baggin' whores fuck you think I'm rappin' for?
And so what I be comin' out of Connecticut? I'm sick of rappers gettin' big with no prerequisites
I be certified check the rap sheet while other kids were math geeks and athletes I was a rap freak
'Cause you know that I'm about to get it poppin' no start button for you there's no option
Sippin' a concoction I'm no boy from Boston the tristates ridin' with me and stay rockin'
Never spit a flow that you won't feel givin' you the news fuckin' April O'Neill
Got a Casey Jones flow baby you can never doubt me ten foot dick balls bigger than Lebowski
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Baby I be certified goin' to the top cause' I can actually spit this ain't no pop
Baby I be certified make the crowd rock and do it all out of my love for this hip hop
Baby I be certified

Be certified yes I be certified so if you comin' with the beef then I'll be servin' fries
Murder guys with the style I run from here to kingdom come and then some son (what?)
Professor Plum with the candle stick killin' beats yo I'm on my Charles Manson shit
Hardcore yo they softer than the Hanson clique get buns everyday another random chick
Got my own lingo never understanding others roll deep with a muthafuckin' band of brothers
So flawless you'll be thinkin' "Uh can he stutter? " nah not this slick-tongued panty-stuffer
You'd think Einstein lived in my house get brains all day cause that's what wisdom's about
Summer Sanders sucked my dick until I Figured It Out and then I sent her back to Nick with my kids in her mouth
'Cause you know I get it done d-d-done-d-done over any beat just give me any one w-w-one-w-one
With styles vicious got you wanna fuckin' run-r-run cause there's a lot of money all I want is suh-s-suh-s-suh-s-suh-s-some
And I'm back-b-back givin' hip hop somethin' that it lack-l-lacks a little creativity up on the tra-tr-track
Webby's certified no debatin' that-th-that-th-that-th-that

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Baby I be certified certified certified