DRED, DRED420, Dred
Yo its ya nigga Dred. Updatin' all this shit makin it look freah for all yall! Thats about all the newz for the moment, so please read on.
Lyrics
I'm mo connected than dots,
Supply, supply all the spots.
Makin' multiple drops,
Yo, da work never stops!
I ain't ever been popped,
Cuz niggas dont run they chops-
You know, you know I smoke pot,
So motherfuck what you thought!
I flood the hood in a drought,
Go and get ya raft out.
Now da block wanna shout,
Until they fuckin passout.
All the fiends on my route,
Know that this shit is stout,
The only reason to pout,
Is when ya stash run out.
Get ya fuckin cash out,
Come see what it's all about!
I WON'T EVER RUN OUT!
So don't flip da fuck out.
Move it like sour kraut,
Fried catfish and trout,
One taste clears all doubt,
Comin' out ya damn mouth.
I am accustomed to slang,
These here wonderful thangs.
If ya ass brang me change,
You may not walk out here mane!
So if ya got the flow mane,
Call my number, the same,
When ya in the Ville, look for Dred,
I ain't gonna change!
