I'm the dapper don, with all types of captions on
I could flash a shot, snap, picture perfect, camera's off
let the show begin, I slant my top, kick my cane, start dancin' off
whatever you jammin' on, I been on, now it's half the props
don't panic dawg, I'ma son ya, horizon, at the planets dawn
I might've rambled off, but it's repitition, that could channel all
troubled by manic thought, and depressive disorder, ration'd off
stanza's cross, parellel to weed smoke, drinks and grammer gone
the fact I'm crashin' on your grandmama's couch with sunglasses on
hung over because of my famished drop, what the? sandwich gone?
I think I'm dozing into another scenery, them pants is off
I toy with a womans thoughts, but I love to put mine in perspect
and if you lose the P and switch the word it rhymes with Respect
properly due, I'm like property's use, right when rent for property's due
you know, cash, dressed in all black, tears roll down mami's back
I'm sorry I forgot what I said, I'm high off life and time's all I lack
a white rabbit runnin' down the throat just like a Dasani cracked.........
