Sunday, July 18, 2010

Words Once Recorded

I keep a fitted hat on tilt, from sun up to sun down/ no need for me to dumb it down as I command a crowd/ 1808 is where I may be found, grinding on my hustle my man G controls the sound/ the wares I run don't cost a pound but a price that's sound/ ok let me break it down/ afford you kicks, sly gaze from chicks/ brothers wonder on what may be my trick, I often think/ scrilla my nigga, no ways of a drug dealer/ but to raise the figure in my bank meter

1 comment:

  1. Halala AD! Will you be rapping full time anytime soon?