Certified lyrics

[Verse 1: Chris Webby]
I don’t have a Master’s or Bachelor’s
Just a certificate sayin’ “Certified Rapper”
Fresh, fly, and dapper
Cracker with cheese, with Connecticut steez
b*tch I’m cooler than a summertime breeze, ho please
In my jeans two cojones, 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, f*ck 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 tri-states ridin' with me, and stay rockin’
Never spit a flow that you won’t feel
Givin’ you the news, f*ckin’ April O’Neill
Got a Casey Jones flow, baby you can never doubt me
Ten foot di*k, balls bigger than Lebowski
[Chorus]
b*tch I’m certified, what you think about that?
Cause half these cats nowadays can’t even rap
Baby I be certified, this is just a fact
Freestyle, written, whatever it’s all crack
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

[Verse 2: Chris Webby]
Crtified, 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 sh*t
Hardcore, yo they softer than the Hanson clique
Get buns everyday another random chick
Got my own lingo, never understandin' others
Roll deep with a muthafackin’ 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 di*k 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 f*ckin’ 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
[Chorus]
b*tch I’m certified, what you think about that?
Cause half these cats nowadays can’t even rap
Baby I be certified, this is just a fact
Freestyle, written, whatever it’s all crack
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