Chris Webby - Best In the Burbs

Chris Webby - Best In the Burbs
September 18th, 2019
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Chris Webby shares new track "Best In the Burbs" produced by JP On Da Track & Nox Beatz

Song Lyrics

Yeah
Baby welcome to Connecticut
That early colonial settlement
There's sweat stains on the sediment
Tatted my chest so I'm never forgettin' it
Yeah we got murder and violence in hoods
And million dollar mansions in the woods
I'm from the middle
Somewhere between lots and a little
I had to hustle for the goods
I know the value of havin' a few dollars
But know my way around a fun time
Drinkin and poppin' my blue collar
But buckle down when it be crunch time
Still call it home
I ain't moved out
Just leveled up and got a new house
Watching Netflix on a new couch
Been a rocky road but now it smoothed out
Sayin' who dis from a new phone
In the same state in a new zone
Same old Webby with a new tone
In the same soil where my roots grown
Listen in the burbs I'm an idol
And shit I'm honored of having the title
People smile and wave all times of day
And all of my neighbors recycle
Yeah they all love when they see me
Pullin' up with my lil' fluffy Cheweenie
And got a chick in my passenger rubbin' my lap
Like she tryin' to summon a genie
I'm comin' from CT and I will never turn my back
Puttin' this whole state on the map
If I ain't travelin' I don't drop a pin
Cuz y'all know right where I'm at
BOW!

A little outside of the great big city
Baby that's where I roam
I be blowin' trees up and down CT
Cuz there just ain't no place like home
And I got a whole lotta booze in my bottle
Chillin' laid back in my zone
Still the best in the burbs
When I flex with the words
Someone pass me that microphone
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)

Baby welcome to Connecticuit
That early colonial settlement
Got me the ring
Assembled the fellowship
And my team goin' hard until we gettin' it
We might be lesser known up on the microphone
But no you do not want to bang out
Be careful if you choose to ride alone
When them Huskies runnin' with the fangs out
Those winters toughened up our character
So trust me you really don't want it
We're ruder than most of America
But if you ask me I call it honest
And if you suck on that stage up at Toad's place?
We'll boo you right out of the show
We can't help it's our nature to be hater
We don't like you we gon' let you know
Yeah we the Northeast make it clear
There ain't no Southern Hospitality here
We ain't got no time for the fake smiles
You ain't shit to me if you ain't real
I'm from the burb side
Whippin' and swerve by
20/20 vision up in my third eye
Got it mapped out with a X on it like my shirt size
Shit i turn tides you just turnin' the channel
I be that Suburban Commando
Every motherfuckin' day I be hustlin'
Lightnin' bolt ends when I'm burnin' the candle
But shit this the life I chose and I will be
One of the greatest even if it kills me
Was the best in the burbs in 2010
10 years later and I still be
WHAT!

A little outside of the great big city
Baby that's where I roam
I be blowin' trees up and down CT
Cuz there just ain't no place like home
And I got a whole lotta booze in my bottle
Chillin' laid back in my zone
Still the best in the burbs
When I flex with the words
Someone pass me that microphone
(Pass me that microphone, Pass me that microphone
Pass me that microphone, Pass me that microphone
Pass me that microphone, Pass me that microphone)