Ready To Go

[Intro:]

Yeah, ha ha

[Hook:]

Got the weed in my dutch, liquor in my cup

But I never gave a fuck

So you know I'm ready to go

You know I'm ready to go

Got my speakers turned up, rattle in my trunk

But I never gave a fuck

So you know I'm ready to go

You know I'm ready to go

[Verse 1 - Chris Webby:]

I've been ready to go, full sprint, I'm ahead of the flow

Strap C-4 to my chest, know that Webby'll blow

I've had this mean demeanor in me since forever ago

Nothin' but green lights ahead, I push the pedal and go

A veteran pro, veins pump seven below

And will cruise until he got it, never settlin' so

I'm ready to go, movin' quickly in my pole position

No one holdin' Christian, more venomous than a cobra spittin'

Crush you, no position, with the illest and dopest rhythm

Cause they soft, weak-hearted and wack with no ambition

I'm Obi Wan Kanobi with the flow you can't control me

I'm a mixture of Paulie, Christopher, Sylvio and Tony

An honorary Soprano, with mono y mono

With Castallano, and hit 'em with a Liu Kang combo

Skin tone blanco

Though when I get up on the beat, I spit 'til I'm blue in the face lookin' like Ganzo

[Hook:]

Got the weed in my dutch, liquor in my cup

But I never gave a fuck

So you know I'm ready to go

You know I'm ready to go

Got my speakers turned up, rattle in my trunk

But I never gave a fuck

So you know I'm ready to go

You know I'm ready to go

[Verse 2 - Googie GoHard:]

Okay, what's good, Chris, thanks for lettin' me on this song

They'll catch a buzz for light-years, to infinity and beyond

My affinity falls, the liquor has been bitter sweet all along

Though to the best of my abilities, then breeze homie, I'm gone

Let's get it Webby, son, I'm ready to go

Just drop me off at the liquor store to get some Henny to pour

I hope in CT they got that good heady to smoke

(Shitstain) Well I'm dope, thanks for lettin' me know

I'm a cocky young wordsmith, stickin' to the cursin'

And tryna make my word fit in one of these bird's lips

I see you hawkin', pigeon for the squawkin'

But when I give her the rooster she diggin' them eagle claws in

I'm leaving with back scratches, bruises and open gashes

Jesus, I'm looking like Christ from the Passion

Rock new clothes but a nigga old-fashioned

Hit it, then she runnin' back, yeah, Bo Jackson

[Hook:]

Got the weed in my dutch, liquor in my cup

But I never gave a fuck

So you know I'm ready to go

You know I'm ready to go

Got my speakers turned up, rattle in my trunk

But I never gave a fuck

So you know I'm ready to go

You know I'm ready to go

[Verse 3 - Chris Webby:]

Yeah, yeah, I'm not like these punks who lack hustle

I'm big, they weaker than Stephen Hawking's calf muscles

Nothin' but trouble with a dub up in my bubbler

Hotter than summer under a Goosedown comforter

Hennessy up in my cup still I never stutter words

THC runnin' through my jugular, fuckin' serve

Anybody who thinks I'm just a gimmick, I spit it how I live it

That's why everyone on Twitter had to click it

I'm the raider of the lost ark

Make the DJ bring it back like a false start

This ain't a fallacy, my dude, cause I can truly flow

And play the hand I was dealt, somethin' like Yu-Gi-Oh

Since a long time ago, spittin' freestyle or flow

Drunk with a pen in my hand like Edgar Allen Poe

And I won't stop 'til I'm a millionaire

Put the pieces together, bitch, Build-A-Bear

[Hook x2:]

Got the weed in my dutch, liquor in my cup

But I never gave a fuck

So you know I'm ready to go

You know I'm ready to go

Got my speakers turned up, rattle in my trunk

But I never gave a fuck

So you know I'm ready to go

You know I'm ready to go

[Outro:]

2010, Chris Webby, Googie GoHard