You Know What Time It Is (Your Old Droog)

You know what time it is You know what time it is You know what time it is You know what time it is When cats hop out of the whip with masks on All black on with macs drawn (you know what time it is) I spent more than 10 minutes g’ing you bitch And I take your ass back to the crib (you know what time it is) Lounging before SWAT raid, this motherfucker owe me money And he just got paid (you know what time it is) Flow vomitus, one verse burst thermometers Whenever Droog’s in the spot (you know what time it is) Yo I’ma get biz with my name on the marquee Make me bring out the Bulls fitted, black hoodie, and Barkleys Went out to the store, bought a loose and a quarter juice Used to do the crimes, now I just report the news Words from the crime blotter make every rhyme hotter Still a dime spotter, spit a loogie, I G, and I got her Old Droog is a shotta Had wolves since Steph, KG, and Gugliotta And son is 6 o’clock, not 7:30 Study my ass off, but I’m never nerdy We hitting the books, you don’t get points for hanging out With someone everyday then getting them jooks Smell the steal coming miles away It’s child’s play, Chris Childs play, this is grown man rap Posted by the bar holding a scotch Don’t know what time it is, you got too much gold on your watch When cats hop out of the whip with masks on All black on with macs drawn (you know what time it is) I spent more than 10 minutes g’ing you bitch And I take your ass back to the crib (you know what time it is) Lounging before SWAT raid, this motherfucker owe me money And he just got paid (you know what time it is) Flow vomitus, one verse burst thermometers Whenever Droog’s in the spot (you know what time it is) Jewels in large quantities, but instead of letting me school em on the cheese They go to school on the cheese Never be hip-hop honorees, I squeeze Leave these wannabes to die, see ya, ya Maimonides Stay slurring your words, but you pronounce "dead on arrival?" Dead on a rival Straight up abuse, didn’t even get the chance to Live off orange and cranberry hospital juice I have little use for sunglasses and Advil I’m sober, street dreaming, hitting mics with mad appeal Always had the will to win, we’re the villain Illin' and good on the island like Gilligan Whether the island is Coney or Rikers Old Droog is a monster like Swizz How we flip a Fame sample in this funboy climate? Peace to my slime Skizz, you know what time it is When cats hop out of the whip with masks on All black on with macs drawn (you know what time it is) I spent more than 10 minutes g’ing you bitch And I take your ass back to the crib (you know what time it is) Lounging before SWAT raid, this motherfucker owe me money And he just got paid (you know what time it is) Flow vomitus, one verse burst thermometers Whenever Droog’s in the spot (you know what time it is) Going for the gusto ock, I know what time it is And dust the ho’s clock Do my joint like Blow Pop Ya’ll ain’t ever get no wok in the terrace of your co-op Lighting bogies on the stovetop, piping bitches who star in soap operas What's popping? Ain’t no stopping us Stay consistent with the stuff you cop from us I’m not gonna switch up while in my prime, like Optimus I opt to miss out on social events Just to stay home and invent, it’s past due Who makes the rules? Droog! That’s who You need to chill Vincent, because ain’t nobody asked you I pass through, never linger and dwell Looking tired as hell, you can tell I’ve been through the wringer Plucking female singers And you ain’t have to cock block dog, I woulda let you smell my fingers Like the good Droog that I am Shouldn’t be looking out for anybody but my fam Done leading horses to the spring While I tour the universe, you on CUNYfirst, picking courses for the spring Hearing me MC See you at BMCC, motherfucker You should study to be an optometrist So you can fix your eyes and see exactly what time it is