Born in the notorious Bankhead Court housing project, Young Dro grew up the second oldest of his mother’s five boys and somewhere amongst the middle seven of his father’s 21 children. Although his mother did the best that she could to keep a roof over their heads, Young Dro spent much of his childhood drifting from one housing complex to the next.
At the age of 16, he was shot in the stomach and the back and required almost a year to recover. Dro says of the incident “I had to wear a bag for like a year... I was traumatized from that. I couldn’t laugh. I couldn’t walk or nothing”. He spent his late teens and early 20s in and out of jail. He has been writing raps since 9th grade. T.I. said of Dro, "I had been trying to sign Dro since like '97, before I was even trying to get a deal for myself. Anyone with ears can hear he got talent. He knows how to express himself. And while that may sound innocent, he’s also comfortable around killers. There’s something so human yet unsettling about that.".
It was during these many moves in his teen years that he befriended the now Grand Hustle/Atlantic recording artist T.I.; neither of the two took music seriously at the time. Young Dro never considered a career in music until another one of his friends, Chris “Daddy Mack” Smith, scored platinum success as one half of early 90s duo Kris Kross.
To make his dream a reality, hem first met pioneering southern rapper Raheem the Dream in the late 90s, who at the time had Pastor Troy and D4L front man Fabo signed to his local label. By the end of 2002, Young Dro's independent single “Yes Sir” and regional hit album "I Got That Dro" became fairly successful.
Around the same time, T.I. was preparing for his debut album I'm Serious. While he was promoting the album during a radio interview, Young Dro called the station and asked to talk to the fellow rapper. “I was like, ‘That sounds like my homeboy,’” Dro recalls, “he was like, ‘You the one who sings “Yes Sir”? Man, meet me at the Bounce...We went up there and performed.”
That reuniting of two longtime friends evolved into Young Dro signing with Grand Hustle, T.I.'s record label and his major label debut, "Best Thang Smokin'." Among the tracks featured on the album, "Shoulder Lean" was chosen to be the lead single. Through the summer of 2006, the track gained momentum through out the South, and then nationally, as it was well-received among the hip-hop community. It received a decent amount of airplay on BET, and managed to climb to #3 spot in the U.S. Rap chart. On the 27th July 2006, Young Dro reached the #1 spot on both the Billboard Urban Monitor chart as well as the R&B Urban Mainstream chart. Simultanouesly, the video hit #1 during the previous week's "106 & Park" countdown on BET, in addition to securing the top spot on MTV2 where it's currently in "ELITE 8". Amazingly on top of that, Warner Music Group announced that the ringtone for Dro's single 'Shoulder Lean' had sold over 500,000 units.
Presidential
Young Dro Lyrics
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If you keep comin' put some extra grams on it
You know I keep glad to prove who I am
If it ain't presidential, we don't got damn want it
Anythin' you want I can get my hands on it
If you keep comin' put some extra grams on it
You know I keep glad to prove who I am
My Chevy look cinnamon, my bitch is a Indian
Plus, I'm bilingual, I'd be talkin' like Dominican, como esta
Think I look innocent, Bentley on twenty six
Brown when I'm sellin' dope to e'rybody in this bitch
Everybody get a brick, I break 'em down randomly
Whoever try and tell on me I shoot they whole family
Fish scale, jammer gym, I'm clean with my mammal feet
Dope boy, I'd be sellin' dream like a jamboree
Paint a Rica tangerine, beatin' like a tambourine
Mac 90 magazine, longer than the back lean
Back plead to the whole block for the crack G
Y'all remember me, I had the Chevy with black D
Neck from black D, white D, purple D
Cartier frame, [?] Urkel D
Nigga keep chirpin' me, they courteous, they work for me
Straight drop glad I got these haters who wanna murder me
Anythin' you want I can get my hands on it
If you keep comin' put some extra grams on it
You know I keep glad to prove who I am
If it ain't presidential, we don't got damn want it
Anythin' you want I can get my hands on it
If you keep comin' put some extra grams on it
You know I keep glad to prove who I am
If it ain't presidential, we don't got damn want it
Trans Am homie with that blam, blam, homie
Dead fresh, I look like I got that yam, don't it'
Drop top spider with that candy yam on it
It's hard to stick on my block, I spray Pam on it
If it ain't presidential, we don't goddamn want it
Bentley truck bitch me and goddamn boney
I sell a brick to whoever goddamn want it
And guess who the feds is, my goddamn homie
You a lie
The spy cam finally take pictures while I order out
I get the bricks and sort 'em out and pump em' like the Carter house
Case is out, I fought em' out, and plus I gotta quarter house
Break downs at dead end that's slaughterhouse
I'm hangin' out in Germany, the Mafia concernin' me
My nickname schoolboy, ain't nobody learnin' me
Burnin' heat, poke one in the pot this is '63
Is all in the wrist, scale fish, nigga, mention me
Anythin' you want I can get my hands on it
If you keep comin' put some extra grams on it
You know I keep glad to prove who I am
If it ain't presidential, we don't got damn want it
Anythin' you want I can get my hands on it
If you keep comin' put some extra grams on it
You know I keep glad to prove who I am
If it ain't presidential, we don't got damn want it
You can't see Dro, I am Lou Ferrigno
Green Benzito, rim big like my ego
Bricks come from Chico and my old school amigo
They call me Action Jackson like my first name, Tito
The first chain three co, berry car, very far
High up off the ground, man, I do this shit to every car
Betty crock, Betty rock, got this shit from very far
All that walkin' all up on me gon' getcha Chevy popped
Frenetic mob, fresh and successful in the compressor
I hop up on Pacatis and Relium like the Messer
Helium got your chest up, really you 'bout to mess up
Gold point bullets, you really don't have to fess up, neck up
I am flamboyant, you so annoying
Drop top jag at ya pad, cho, yoing, yoing
When I pull up on your bitch in the Benz, she's glowin'
So much ice in my mouth when I talk, it be snowin'
Anything you want I can get my hands on it
If you keep comin' put some extra grams on it
You know I keep glad to prove who I am
If it ain't presidential, we don't got damn want it
Anything you want I can get my hands on it
If you keep comin' put some extra grams on it
You know I keep glad to prove who I am
If it ain't presidential, we don't got damn want it
The song Presidential by Young Dro portrays his confidence and pride in his drug dealing abilities. He states that he can obtain any drug desired and is willing to increase the quantity if necessary. He also mentions the importance of having a presidential standard in his product. He gives an idea that he boasts a lavish lifestyle, driving a Cinnamon-colored Chevy, communicating fluently in two or more international languages, and having Indian women as a partner. He asserts the provision of mac 90 magazines and crack to his customers, specifically to their entire community.
Young Dro also mentions his power over his competitors, killing anyone who tries to reveal his illegal activities. He paints a detailed picture of his success through references to various brands like Cartier and Bentley.
The song expresses his dominance in the drug dealing business, along with his luxurious lifestyle, confident demeanor, and his power to control anyone who tries to undermine him.
Line by Line Meaning
Anythin' you want I can get my hands on it
I have access to anything you need, just ask and I'll get it.
If you keep comin' put some extra grams on it
If you keep coming back to me, I'll give you a little extra product each time.
You know I keep glad to prove who I am
I always make sure to prove my worth and show who I truly am.
If it ain't presidential, we don't got damn want it
If it's not of the highest quality and status, we don't want it at all.
My Chevy look cinnamon, my bitch is a Indian
My car has a distinct cinnamon color, and my girlfriend is of Indian descent.
Plus, I'm bilingual, I'd be talkin' like Dominican, como esta
In addition, I speak both English and Spanish fluently, and can speak like a Dominican, how are you.
Think I look innocent, Bentley on twenty six
Despite my innocent appearance, I still drive a luxurious Bentley with 26-inch rims.
Brown when I'm sellin' dope to e'rybody in this bitch
I sell drugs to anyone and everyone who wants it, regardless of skin color.
Everybody get a brick, I break 'em down randomly
I distribute drugs to everyone in small amounts, without any rhyme or reason.
Whoever try and tell on me I shoot they whole family
I respond violently to anyone who tries to snitch or turn me in.
Fish scale, jammer gym, I'm clean with my mammal feet
I sell high-quality cocaine, and am careful to hide my tracks and remain clean.
Dope boy, I'd be sellin' dream like a jamboree
I am a drug dealer who sells dreams and hopes to my customers, like a festive celebration.
Paint a Rica tangerine, beatin' like a tambourine
I have painted my car a bright tangerine color, and it has a loud and distinct beat like a tambourine.
Mac 90 magazine, longer than the back lean
I own a gun with a magazine that is longer than a lean, a type of drug.
Back plead to the whole block for the crack G
I am begging the entire block for customers who want crack cocaine.
Y'all remember me, I had the Chevy with black D
You all know me, I used to drive a Chevy with black rims.
Neck from black D, white D, purple D
I have diamond necklaces of various colors (black, white, and purple).
Cartier frame, [?] Urkel D
I have Cartier eyeglasses and compare myself to the TV character Steve Urkel.
Nigga keep chirpin' me, they courteous, they work for me
People keep contacting me for drugs, and they do so politely because they work for me.
Straight drop glad I got these haters who wanna murder me
I am grateful to have enemies who want to kill me because they make me feel important.
Trans Am homie with that blam, blam, homie
I drive a Trans Am car and have a gun with me for protection.
Dead fresh, I look like I got that yam, don't it'
I look really good and have the appearance of being rich.
Drop top spider with that candy yam on it
I drive a convertible car with a bright candy yam color.
It's hard to stick on my block, I spray Pam on it
I have sprayed Pam cooking spray on the sidewalk to make it slippery and avoid police.
Bentley truck bitch me and goddamn boney
Me and my female companion drive a Bentley truck together.
I sell a brick to whoever goddamn want it
I will sell drugs to anyone who wants it, regardless of who they are.
And guess who the feds is, my goddamn homie
Ironically, my trusted friend is actually a federal agent who is undercover.
The spy cam finally take pictures while I order out
The government surveillance cameras have finally captured evidence of me committing crimes while I order food.
I get the bricks and sort 'em out and pump em' like the Carter house
I receive drugs and package them for distribution similar to how the drug dealer Carter did in the TV show The Wire.
Case is out, I fought em' out, and plus I gotta quarter house
I have fought and won drug cases, and now own a quarter house, a luxurious residence.
Break downs at dead end that's slaughterhouse
I break down drugs at a dead end location that is like a slaughterhouse for drugs.
I'm hangin' out in Germany, the Mafia concernin' me
I am spending time in Germany, and am being monitored by the Mafia.
My nickname schoolboy, ain't nobody learnin' me
I go by the nickname of schoolboy, but no one can teach me anything.
Burnin' heat, poke one in the pot this is '63
I am cooking drugs with intense heat and pressure, and doing it like it's 1963.
Is all in the wrist, scale fish, nigga, mention me
I am skilled at weighing out and packaging drugs, and people should ask for me by name.
You can't see Dro, I am Lou Ferrigno
I am hard to find and elusive, like the Hulk actor Lou Ferrigno.
Green Benzito, rim big like my ego
I drive a green Benz car with huge rims, like the size of my ego.
Bricks come from Chico and my old school amigo
I get my drugs from a man named Chico and an old friend from school.
They call me Action Jackson like my first name, Tito
My nickname is Action Jackson, and it's similar to my first name Tito.
The first chain three co, berry car, very far
I have a gold chain with three initials, and drive a car with a berry color, both of which are impressive.
High up off the ground, man, I do this shit to every car
I elevate my cars and have big rims on all of them.
Betty crock, Betty rock, got this shit from very far
I have various drug products (Betty Crock and Betty Rock) that I acquired from distant places.
All that walkin' all up on me gon' getcha Chevy popped
People who approach me too often will get their car shot at or harmed.
Frenetic mob, fresh and successful in the compressor
I am part of a frenzied gang that is successful in strongly compressing drugs.
I hop up on Pacatis and Relium like the Messer
I take Pacatis and Relium drugs and compare myself to a sharp knife (Messer in German).
Helium got your chest up, really you 'bout to mess up
The effect of inhaling helium makes your chest expand, and may cause you to make mistakes.
Gold point bullets, you really don't have to fess up, neck up
I have gold bullets, and whoever is shot with them won't have to admit to anything before they die.
I am flamboyant, you so annoying
I am bold and showy, while you are irritating and bothersome.
Drop top jag at ya pad, cho, yoing, yoing
I drive a convertible Jaguar to your residence with a flashy and loud sound effect.
When I pull up on your bitch in the Benz, she's glowin'
When I arrive to meet your girlfriend in my Benz, she is immediately attracted to me.
So much ice in my mouth when I talk, it be snowin'
I have so much jewelry in my mouth that it looks like snow when I talk.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: DJUAN HART, KEVIN CATES, KEVIN GREGORY CATES
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@GoombaGuwop
Young dro is the reason I started being fresh in high-school.
I was polo down.
Dro actually influenced me so much I have a polo tattoo. Without dro I wouldn't have that.
This is that fucking song
@nickelbus7596
Facts Dro had our whole school Polo down literally everyday 🤣 just like the throwbacks and tall tees before
@brittanynb
Woah, this brings back memories from wayyyyy back in the day.
@memyselfandmybankroll5269
Still here in 2023 🔥🔥🔥
@donegreg4ya377
Man....I had two 15’s hitting in my Lincoln Continental in college and this beat would beat up the trunk fam!!! 🔥 🔥 🔥 Still banging in 2020!!!!
@JoseContreras-mv5yz
I only had 2 kicker comps with a 1000w crunch amp,kenwood speakers thruout with an oldschool alpine flipout😀86cutlass on irocs🥶
@howardjefferies258
Still Bumpin it in 2021🔥💯😁
@davidgratton5954
Drop top spyda, with the candy yam on it. It's hard to stick on my block, I spray Pam on it. 🔥🔥🔥
@BlankGod064
2022
@dequiensinbrown4395
Do anyone know the name of this young Dro song cuz I can’t find it no where. Everyday I grind on the front street Ak when I ride in my front seat my nigga been gangster for so long my Niggas been gangster for so long