"My Favorite Dred" lyrics
"My Favorite Dred"
Yo, come here you oven head, yo what's the word
Dred upstairs passing all packs escorted from Kinetta ear
Yo the nigga's name unknown, Kingston, had it sown
Never rocked the combs, his wig was big
Rob robs on the side, little lucky charm, dred with jars
Flooded graveyard, brown Clarks on
Playin' feds in the shark bar (Allahu Akbar star)
With another dred named Gov
Both diamond jimmed out, rocking rentals, spitting phlegm out
Sucked his teeth, two fingers pointing down
What up bonna, passing marijuana to Tanya
CEO of Benny-Hanna, he fucked, sent her to Ghana
He's Benz nigga, rocked shorts, beige Timbs nigga he real
Took us to Switzerland, dressed us all ill
Smoking ganja, rocked Anacondas on next
Bought an Elantra, sent it to his mama
Now that's a major move, the nigga love family, wouldn't hand me no drugs
Showed me his jammi, bulldog Stanley
Flexing on kinal, sit down, do it Chinese style
On graduation day he threw me a thou'
He came through, heavy like fuck, suit flammable
Ill pair of gators he copped in Beirut
Had his man with him, just stare, don't stand with him
If assassination strike, he got to make plans with him
Roll a joint, keep him on point, Don Trump 'pon coin?
Freaked it, members like that I wanna join
The next day I heard he got knocked, fucked me all up
We felt it on the block, let the seeds rock
Peep what the nigga got rocked for
Smuggling dust in Rushmore, four more he went to war for
Moral of the storo, conspiracy smacked mortals
I'm outta here, showing love like Zorro
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album:
"Immobilarity" (1999)
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