by j_shady » Dec 24th, '05, 03:55
i was kickin it w/ my boys and some breezy's..and we were chuggin, gettin on white frat boy status..then this one chick does something hella crumbly and yaks in a bottle
yes my clique does have our own language


"I never bow down, and never say doubt/To whom it may concern and whom so ever may try/i'm forever westside and the feather-weight dies/Tell em take ya best shot gon get yourself hot/cus I yelled Bankhead and you felt left out
I ain't mention yo name thats what all this bout"