Wave Rider (Your Old Droog)

Look at you riding the wave Don’t even know how to behave Soon as some hot shit pop, you’re riding the wave Just ri-ri-ri-ri-riding the wave, wave rider To all that new dope, you’re a slave And you’re taking that shit to your grave You’re a wave rider, just riding the wave Biggest wave rider on Earth, don’t get earthed I know where to catch you by the surf and turf You got a wave though, for whatever it’s worth Such a cheerleader, you probably smacked the doctor’s ass at your birth (good job doc) Like good shit, I remember you used to be our little brother, now it’s strictly hood shit On some, first you drink Snapple’s now you sipping Mojos, on that backpack steez Now you tipping slow, got on some smart shit once but I never was a geek Still say boom when I tell a story, clap my hands when I speak You just talking greasy, your rhymes is filled with mad lying, you gotta take it easy Only drop subtle hints, say “Droog now that you got a wave, what’s on your rider?" Condiments, condoms and mints, tight security, for all these social climbers at events Look at you riding the wave Don’t even know how to behave Soon as some hot shit pop, you’re riding the wave Just ri-ri-ri-ri-riding the wave, wave rider To all that new dope, you’re a slave And you’re taking that shit to your grave You’re a wave rider, just riding the wave Clowns be on the net surfing for that new hot shit Looking for something that has ‘it’ well Droog got it The kid wrote rhymes every day sitting next to an Asian bitch on the train rocking USBA Herbs talking on that instead of taking the time to create their own wave they rather ride mine Focus on making a hot song, you worried about what I got on That’s why you not on, I don’t care how I look long as the rhymes are tight Timbs so bust I don’t know what the new ones supposed to look like That’s why I’m the fucking king of New York Try to ride my wave, get your brains splattered on the sidewalk Monsoon, I always said that I would be on soon Side clone, no more riding past the cyclone On the Q, little boy blew up, got more than a wave, a sea, just ask Sue Look at you riding the wave Don’t even know how to behave Soon as some hot shit pop, you’re riding the wave Just ri-ri-ri-ri-riding the wave, wave rider To all that new dope, you’re a slave And you’re taking that shit to your grave You’re a wave rider, just riding the wave Am I the best? Si, and I sigh cause I’m stressed Cats hit me like the grass, on the recent success (thank you, thank you) Do no press, but I get the most press Massive shorties, coffee cakes, and I still bag the hostess Hollering at freaks from skids, passing deceit ‘bout to get on some Sporty Thievez Making fun of shorties weaves, never run out of material Cause I’m still a fan, how I got the game locked in a serial killer van 'Bout to silence them yams with stans riding for your boy like a rabid J. Dilla fan Really the man, I’m probably the first rapper to decline a damn stimulus plan It’s not just Droog son, it’s more like a band, built a brand cause my team hard Now my shit is everywhere, you can’t escape y'all Going ape y'all, feels like we back in Cape Cod Look at you riding the wave Don’t even know how to behave Soon as some hot shit pop, you’re riding the wave Just ri-ri-ri-ri-riding the wave, wave rider To all that new dope, you’re a slave And you’re taking that shit to your grave You’re a wave rider, just riding the wave