U 47 (Your Old Droog)

Accidentally said what's cracking to a Blood, Freudian crip Surprised it didn't end up with ya boy being flipped But homie ain't tripped, knew it was an honest mistake Plus I'm neutral, Droog's only concern is his cake They was definitely F'in with me Before a rapper even says one line, you can tell if he iffy Know somebody just by watching how they move Now you could be how he thug, or play it smooth play it smooth Guess I'm a punk then, they let the drunken monk in With a O-E 40 like E-40 trying to Function Now tell me has it sunk in as some can do anything? I just had to bring the funk in on the Neumann or the Telefunken You 47 still trying to rap, stop You have teenagers today, making hits right on their laptops Plug-in thuggin' while you flexing on them with a DAT Like what you know bout that youngin? Fuck outta here They don't wanna know so keep it on the low There comes a time when you let that old phony persona go And yea I know throwing hands is honorable But to me, shooting affair means bringing a gun airing out the whole carnival Had this chick named Bernadette, paid a 600 dollar burner debt Get my tax return and I'm set Good to go, basehead like Woodrow Hoes on my meat cause I remind em of Boris Kodjoe Y'all put the bum in bumbaclot Better listen with them ears that Dumbo got Something live straight out the gumbo pot No pot to piss in, still brought the hotness S-s-s-sizzlin back up to carry out the vision Gotta be willing to swing again when you miss And make sure that your dissing is never disingenuous Rock, no matter how bad the sound at the venue is Slight work, never strenuous I'm at ease, busting down chicks with fatties Swollen honey dutch leaf fatties and getting everything all beef patties With hot mayo, while you can't get a J-O because of your felony