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Young Dreezy

About Me

Hello there! I'm Aldrin Francisco a.k.a. Young Dreezy or INEZCO. 20 years old, born in San Francisco and raised in Daly City. Started rapping since 2006 and haven't stopped since. I rap because I enjoy making good music, period. I always want to step to the mic with a purpose. Got into the game with the help of my good friend and producer Summer Breeze, so shout outs to him (go check his songs out!). Keep checkin' in and just message me if you have a question. Take it easy folks...

Life inspires me.

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My Interests

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Member Since: 29/12/2006
Band Members: Young Dreezy/Inezco = Me
Influences:

Lupe Fiasco, "Never met her before/ But I think I like her like a metaphor, it's hard to get"

His man called said "your time might be now
They played your freestyle over Wipe Me Down
They played it two times said it might be crowned
As the best thing out the H-Town in a while"
He picked up his son with a great big smile
Rapped every word to the newborn child
Then he put him down and went back to the kitchen and
Put another beat and got back to the mission to
Get his mama out the hood, put her somewhere in the woods
Keep his lady lookin' good, have her rollin' like she should
Show his homies it's a way, other than that flippin' yay
Bail his homie outta jail, put a lawyer on his case
Throw a concert for the school, show the shoulders that it's cool
Throw some candy on the caddy, chuck a deuce and act a fool
Man it feels good when it happens like that
Two days from goin' back to sellin' crack, yessir

The Game

I thought I told y'all I'm done with the beef clown, my son three now
And I been watchin' Dre so long I'm makin' beats now
Game on the rebound like Ben Wallace in the D-Town
I mean Chi-town, fuck it it could go down
Nigga I spit the whole round, fo' plus fo' pound
Nigga this the wild wild west call it a showdown
And I'm Billy The Kid till they split my wig
I come back from the dead tell 'em kill me again
Put my head on the barrel dare a nigga to shoot me
I'm gangsta, I took more shots than Tookie
I'm alive so imma take a patron shot for Tookie
Roll a California blunt and keep watchin' the movie
Inspired by this gangbanger shit since I was two
I brought the West Coast back, what the fuck you do?
I'm the ice cream truck man, guns in the trunk man
Drugs in the trunk man, call me the front man

Young Jeezy

Guess who's bizzack? Still smellin' blow on my clothes
Like Krispy Kreme I was cookin' them O's
Like horseshoes I was tossin' them O's
Time to re-up gotta recycle the flow
I'm emotional, I hug the block
I'm so emotional I love my glock
Cash rules everything around me, so what's realer?
Bout the scrilla call me a Ghostface Killer
It's kinda hard to be drug free
When Georgia power won't give a nigga lights free
Switched hustles been killin' 'em every since
You get paid to tell the truth dog it only makes cents

Nas

I'm the enigma here is none smarter, harder
Martyr, godfather, my entrance, your departure
Pardon Dre this beat is a monster catchy
Like sleepin' under open windows that's drafty
Then wakin' up my throat scratchy
That's how I spit it nasty
They short, a few inches north of a dwarf
My flow is Murcielargo, ghost to them Narco's
Toast on the waist, the original Pablo
Still a pyramid architect
Mix liquors like a chemist killer lyrcist, poetical tyrant
Sneaker store terrorist, Mount Everest I climbed it
Heaters drawn no creepin' on me whenever I'm bent, my mind spray
My nine spray and freak styles like 3000 Andre
They keep pilin', keep pushin' them drops
Nas runnin' with hot, Busta Bust, you don't stop

Ludacris

When I came into the game they ain't do nothin' but doubt me
Now the whole game's changed and it ain't nothin' without me
Pickin' up my sloppy seconds as they reach for the crown
Only reason you on that song is cuz I turned that down!
I went from hot wheels to big wheels, Hyundai's to Bentleys
And five course meals no more Popeyes and Blinkys
From all right to handsome, from one room to mansion
From hangin' on the block to throwing parties at the Hamptons
From broke as a joke to rich as a bitch
I bought a plane and a boat and six other whips
No more to, from dice on the curb to stackin' my chips
But harder, from birds on my nerves to chicks on my dick
So guard ya, women dog I went from ashy to classy
Went from a kiss on the cheek to doin' the nasty
Reach a hand in the sky and you can play with the stars
It's not the hand you dealt but how you playin' your cards

Jay-Z, "You little fuck I got money stacks bigger than you"

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Sounds Like: Lupe Fiasco with The Game's flow.
Record Label: EABM Productions / Acoustic Lounge Records
Type of Label: Indie

My Blog

Alright I got tagged...

So I got tagged like months ago by my good friend Amiel a.k.a. Summer Breeze who wanted to know 10 facts about me. I've been putting it off and putting it off because I really don't like to half ass t...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Aug 2008 23:29:00 GMT

Nowadays... lets reminisce, shall we?

So hopefully you've heard my song "Nowadays", I just kind of wanna elaborate on what led me to record that track. Just give a little background information on the song and what not because this isn't ...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Sep 2007 19:36:00 GMT

"20" interpretation

Well since I don't want people to interpret my lyrics incorrectly, I thought I should try to point out why I wrote the song "20" and what that point exactly was. The hook isn't necessarily about peopl...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Jun 2007 11:20:00 GMT