Lyrics Your Old Droog

Your Old Droog

Listen

Never take a break, there's cake to make

Plus I had it in the bag, since Jake the snake

Duck Jake & the snake, keep the grass cut

Look out for giants and Yankee jackets with

The cheap shades from sunglass hut, son you butt

Better yet vag, when they pull out the badge

Social ad jumps, went & got a Glock as they was punks, growing up

Feels like I'm being punk'd, but I got the shank and its long

Don't be another prank gone wrong

Bong Bong, wisdom imported from Hong Kong

You cats spitting panty lines recording thong songs

Sisqo, steady beats, disco, pigs pop in my disc

They be ready to stop and frisk

Jizzing at the thought of my imprisonment

We curved that fiend who tried to talk to us

Cause I don't know his intent, plus i seen him hopping out that van that's on the corner

I know they listening (but y'all don't hear me though)

I know they listening (but y'all don't hear me though)

You just listen to me

Rap game, sorta like wrestling I play the hill

'Cept shit is real, I'm like George 'The Animal' with the Steele

Cats hear the first verse, be like "damn, the pigs lost man"

Hanging from the top of the cell like Big Boss Man

That's what happens when you force my hands

Spend months in the crib, devising plans

'Noid, i knew there's D's in the, Verizon van

Tried to talk to me about, reggie and kush

(what you do?)

I do like reggie bush, give em the Heisman, fam

My black fans is really loyal, Billy Hoyle

Make that shit that white men can't bump

Brought the truth serum, you fear 'em

Fire like Jimi, you listen to Droog but y'all don't hear em

He said 'excuse me while i kiss the sky'

You herbs, thought it was 'kiss this guy' (eww)

Need to clean the wax out, leaving honeycomb on my earphones

You lames don't listen to lyrics, y'all just hear tones

I know they listening (but y'all don't hear me though)

I know they listening (but y'all don't hear me though)

You just listen to me

Focus junior, got the drop like Yokozuna

That's Banzai, no matter what they gone spy

Have the old man throw powder in ya eye

Then it stop, when i come through like Hogan with the leg drop

(Droog)

Had the nine outside like Wrestlemania 9

On the grind, defiant, getting dollars gorilla body suit

With air brush muscle like giant Gonzales

Keeping an eye out for Impalas

I know they listening (but y'all don't hear me though)

I know they listening (but y'all don't hear me though)

You just listen to me