Your Old Droog - Winston Red текст песни

Текст песни Winston Red - Your Old Droog

, Doing these things thorough

Not far from our borough

I ain't smoking Marlboros

They got Mavericks, Dunhills, Benson and Hedges

American Spirits, Parliaments

Those who said there was a ceiling to my shit

Never knew I had stories

That's top of the building, top billing I'll perform these

Gated homes, gated kicks, closet filled with Mauris

And it's no longer stressful, do this with more ease

I'mma prove these cowards wrong

Already did it, now we're on

And I've been popping stop before Pathmark turned to Stop & Shop

My mind vexed, these hoods changing is a trip

Remember Franklin Ave was nothing but crips fighting

Now Crest ain't the only ones with whitening strips

At a party you would feel like it could pop at any minute

Now they bump into you and say "sorry" like they meant it

Could tell their mothers really used to coddle

While YOD'll go to the spot with a open bar and still boost a bottle

Not even proud, it's just truth son

Uncouth, since a youth copped the hun' proof

You show your hub proof to prove that you ain't cheatin'

Sending screenshots

That's a clean shot

I'm getting bread in more than three ways with mean spots

Pull some cake out, you ain't gotta go to VA to see knots

Stay taking the N train to Canal Street

Yo hold up, hold up, hold up. Give me a second man, this smoking shit's really messing with my breath control. Uh-huh. Yo, matter of fact lemme go outside real quick, I'mma smoke this cigarette. It's my last one - I swear to god, and I'mma quit

Yo, word to me

I went from welfare to wealth errywhere

I'm that dude tattooed on a heifer's derriere

Had nothing to wear

Now your Droog dresses very sharp with the necessary flair

Hated having no money, used to grind my gears

And when I'd grind, my gear stayed bummy

Hear growls from my tummy

Folks would say nothing to me

If they did, it was something scummy

Usually out a fast car passing by

Middle fingers as the train'd pull away

Tell the truth, I'd take that - least of my problems on a painful day

But still, the sun rises in the east

And it's no surprises, I'm been a beast

My Dominican [?] finaliste

Got a brand new ride she finna lease

Just came off a tour in Greece, war and peace, uh

Now we back up in Hell's Kitchen

Talking to myself, twitchin', making these sales, pitchin'

Come to the spot

It's like Redman - MTV Cribs with the bell missin'

Chug copious amounts of ale, pissin'

Keep neighbors up at night 'cause of the television

Wonder what they hearin'

That's old C-SPAN 3 R. J. Reynolds tobacco hearings

I [?]

And my phone holds everyone, from Taye Diggs

To FKA Twigs

Backstage swigging hot green tea with a lemon twist

Old Droog is a feminist

All up in the McGraw-Hill building [?]

In a few years I'mma be where Em is

Shaking off the PTSD tremors

YOD and the 'Chemist, what's the premise

They still don't get the enigma yet

You herbs are the type to do Lucky Cigarettes

When I sell 'em only time I flip 'em

Reflect back on when we used to dip 'em (when we used to dip 'em)

How you think I got the twitch

Back in high school I used to bum bogues off a pregnant bitch

Fuck you thought?

I cop Too $hort and throw one out for Lil' Newport

Make a stack and put that bread away

If she's lucky, that Chucky-Bride-in-the-face-ass

Stay away from these frenemies and clowns

Vultures and hounds

I'm not them, see I really hold my culture down

I once saw a DOOM mask in a ultrasound

Living by the same principles my OG tried to instill

I'm going in, still

What else I'm gon' rap about? Green grass and daffodils?

Sell your mother krills

I'm like the light-skin Malik Yoba

Relapsing on my second week sober

Spit real phlegmy

Sipping Remy, leave the Ace of Spades to Lemmy

Motorboat hoes to motorhead

Say some shit, bitches be like "go to bed"

Nah, I sleep when I'm tired

A gentlemen during interviews - and a creep when I'm hired

Rarely get inspired

'Cause rap now is tired

Smoking Winstons, looking at ...