John Webster at the Chicken Shack

[Verse 1]
Yo
I work a 9 to 5
Until my mind is fried
That's why when Friday night comes I be trying to vibe
I go to the whiskey den and put my brain at ease
It's me playing the bass and Fraze playing the keys
I come through with the thirty pack
Herbs rock a mic like Bernie Mac
Fraze got the dusty ass dirty black Fender Rhodes keyboard
Drink that he poured
He trying to figure out the chord to record
(So how about this one?
Or maybe 'bout this one)
I don't know man they both sound nice
(Well do me a favor grab a glass and some ice
Whiskey, ginger ale, or maybe Sprite
We can do this shit till we get this shit right)
Hell yeah
I got a idea man listen
After the hook we gonna do a transition like

[Verse 2]
Call up my man Fraze on a Saturday night
Ayo Fraze (what's up?)
How you doin'? (alright)
I got my shit packed and I'm ready to roll out
(Don't forget the motherfucking mic)
No doubt
I'm headed out to the place
Where we chase Crown Royal with Tecates
And do it like free base in a grand prix race
Crack on the track
It's Herbal T and I'm back in the shack
I got my man Fraze on the instruments
And the way we do it isn't a coincidence
'Cause we been doing this shit since back in the day
(Growing up on the banks of the Chesapeake Bay)
And when the music's in your soul man you gotta release it
Stress takes hold and you gotta decrease it
And there's something really real something you can really feel
Ayo Fraze dawg show these motherfuckers the deal