^^^I was just clowning..but on the real.heres a nice lil verse
IM a rasta way,where is my dank
I know you heard of six-nine.I know you heard of six-eight
running mates on the dice,and Im nothing nice
I keep a strap,keep a bitch, keep a bloody knife
ya see we ride like O.J.,but we get away
and if ya come to the block we got weed we got yay
I hope ya came for the purchase,aint no jackin this way
or you'll get stomped like a swabbi in the streets of T.J.
money mind,you can catch me on the nine
and if im faded,if im sober,im a stay on the grind
I wine and I dine.. stack chips and meal tickets
got a homeboy lil fat,lil man,and lil wicked
the east is gifted so wont you let me tell my story
hot model dent puller extra screw in a hurry
I get head kind of early,you can ask mr furly
THREEEEEES COMPANY wet snatch all up in your girly