paroles de chanson 42 (Forty Deuce) - Your Old Droog
Me
and
my
team
played
the
deuce
Back
when
you
used
to
think
you
could
boost
your
high
with
a
loose
In
front
of
the
old
port
authority
I
was
the
bustdown
King,
Newport
authority
The
internal
biological
menthol
mechanism
let
me
know
the
exact
time
to
pass
it--
ace
Eat
a
hot
dog,
get
mustard
on
your
face
42nd
street
is
the
place
Play
stop
sign
on
that
strip
all
the
time,
square
Wherever
the
hoes
is
at,
I'm
there
At
the
theatre
catching
flicks
I
saw
you
with
your
bum
ass
girl
wearing
matching
kicks
Son,
I
even
sold
Stevie
nicks
And
an
O
of
regs
to
Fran
Leibowitz
There's
none
of
that
now,
we
make
hits
Like
Times
Square
at
night,
I'm
lit
On
the
deuce,
on
the
four
On
the
deuce,
repeat
Some
clap
on
the
2 and
the
4
Others
clap
on
the
1 and
the
3 (I
won't
judge
Yall
though)
You
walking
down
42nd
at
night
You
might
run
into
me
Clap
on
the
2 and
the
4
Hit
the
bank,
take
paper
out
like
new
shoes
in
the
store
You
know
I
can't
wait
to
buy
new
shoes
Zooted,
bumping
I
can't
wait
by
Nushooz
808's
smelling
like
reaganomics
On
42,
declining
offers
to
see
comics
The
rap
game
is
a
comedy
show
If
I
need
a
laugh
I
just
watch
their
video
I
wanna
know
who's
your
yay
supplier
Tell
em
to
meet
me
in
front
of
grays
papaya
Where
it
used
to
be,
smoking
a
loosey
Just
left
the
Hard
Rock
Cafe,
feeling
woozy
Got
the
blues,
walking
past
bb
kings
See
how
long
it
take
to
get
to
the
shuttle,
time
it
How
he
flip
nushooz
in
this
tough
guy
climate?
Like
Times
Square
at
night,
I'm
lit
Ducking
out
the
way
for
a
tourist
shot
Fuck
with
me
that's
more
business
for
the
florist
spot
Got
two
fire
verses
and
the
hot
Plus
a
8 bar
bridge
A
peak
into
this
man's
mental
on
grand
central
Tell
a
story
and
throw
in
a
hint
of
oriental
Skated
thru
Bryant
park
when
the
sky
went
dark
Hit
the
diner
and
ordered
an
omelette
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