Lyrics Your Old Droog

Your Old Droog

Gentrify My Hood

Already had the luxury of buyin' loose Backwoods

What I really need is a coffee shop in my hood

Now that I ain't doing drugs

It's stricly that black water in my mugs

The bodegas only make one little pot

That be there all day, I don't care if it's still hot

Straight nil not

While the places that I go record at got all the ill spots

Gentrify my hood, my hood

Gentrify my hood

Gentrify my hood, my hood

Gentrify my hood

Ayo Skizz bring the horns in

For that cute ass barista with the horn-rimmed glasses

Shorty look like Lisa Lo

Wish it was by my crib so I could walk up in there in a robe

But nah, all I got is four grocery stores close to me

And I just buy hoagies from there mostly

Play the house like Pelosi

Hit the staircase to roll dice with my broski

For a C note or less

Gentrify my hood, this the keynote address

The coffee spots downtown are the best

I'm over here near the last stop, express

Gentrify my hood, my hood

Gentrify my hood

Gentrify my hood, my hood

Gentrify my hood

Still the top struggle

Who got a raw aura, your style is a horror

Your style's more like Laura, and I'm a G

Still transfer for the G, at Lorimer

Just started goin' to Williamsburg two years ago

Introduce South Brooklyn to anyone who hears the flow

Real talk, I'm your hero

With ill freestyles since AOL free trials and NetZero

NetScape, I need love on the cassette tape

Imported from the Ukraine, right aboard the U train

They wanna know what part of CI Droog stays in

Right on the edge, borderline Gravesend

Gentrify my hood, my hood

Gentrify my hood

Gentrify my hood, my hood

Gentrify my hood