Just something I simply rolled along with. Gimme a cushion or this hard sh*t'll land tough
Webba and the crew. W2, all day, ebby day
I'm CWebb, The South Side Spida, The Arachnid Kid, Webbanation X, The Webbaman from South Cacky Lack, chyeah. I'm just some guy from around the way who likes to change his voice in songs to make it sound like other peeps... Greatness
Story behind the song
Concept that came to mind when I was gazing out the window.Originally, each verse was supposed to be double the length that they are, but I realized that was overkill. The original beat was different too, but after listening to Royce Da 5'9s and Eminem's "She's the One", I let the beat grow on me and decided to recreate it
Lyrics
CWebb (feat. Himself)
"Hard Ish"
Wordz of a Spida
Kaoz Wreckordz
[Verse 1]
Little mack on the track, how you like that?
Like a little mosquito, Im bound ta bite back
Just like a gnat, Im bout to hop back
Pop that, just like a kernel fresh outta the pan
I could rip up a house until the place tore up
I could stand up on binders until they all fold up
I could stand on a hill until the World blows up
Or I could stand on the bed until your girl shows up
Im the man you cant stand so you just wont feel me
But I could be your best friend if you'd just deal wit me
In your back, you'll get stabbed if you cant chill wit me
I'll get mad, straight pop the tires on ya Bently
Evendently, I could stand on the side
Catch a ride, aint no askin way, no drivin by
South Side, gonna give it a try, be my guest
Once the beat stops, we rock, there aint no second best
[Hook]
Lets roll, steppin outta the door, do you want more?
Track's hot, wont stop, its dirty like dish chores
Do a little dance with me, prance with me, hands up
Gimme that cushion or this hard shit'll land tough
Lets roll, steppin outta the door, do you want more
Track's hot, wont stop, its dirty like dish chores
Do a little dance with me, prance with me, hands up
Gimme that cushion or this hard shit'll land tough
[Verse 2]
8 legged freak on the track, I think you know that
Thats right, drop to ya knees and blow to that
You can take ya time, but you'd be slow to that
We can roll, you can step right out the door to that
I could smack around homos until they gay something
I could stand on the stage until you play something
You can move at the jaw until you say something
And I can stand on your neck until I break something
Take something, right in jif I could make something
Shake something, right in the same moment I could straight
Place steaks on something, a grill or a plate
Or better yet seperate all the real from the fake
Get that money, if you placing high stakes
Know that I apoligise bout the eyes that you take
Making lies, building em up with templates
Webbaman, Spida better than a fuggin Coral snake
[Hook]
Lets roll, steppin outta the door, do you want more
Track's hot, wont stop, its dirty like dish chores
Do a little dance with me, prance with me, hands up
Gimme that cushion or this hard shit'll land tough
Lets roll, steppin outta the door, do you want more
Track's hot, wont stop, its dirty like dish chores
Do a little dance with me, prance with me, hands up
Gimme that cushion or this hard shit'll land tough
