Your Old Droog - Nutty Bars lyrics
rate me(Verse)
She knew that I was smashin' lil Debbie
& I still bagged a Hostess
Don't fuck wit Entenmann's ghost from the tenements
Livin' wit no stress, even if we shootin' dice
I roll up uno, dos, tres, no stress
Get Zebra Cakes, cuz of all these Nutty Bars
Cats tryin' to make a blueprint will have 2 study ours
Scriptures that the nerds & the goons acknowledge
I attribute this 2 years in a junior college
G a honey from the buses 2 the bursar
People knew my shit was money from the first bar
A good guest & an ill host
These other cats milquetoast, fake Steve Wilkos
Should have stuck 2 doin' security, yo honor
That's a kush gig like sellin' medical marijuana
I'll mush yo wig, expose yo phony persona
& if the tush big on yo babymoms, I'm on her
Cream pies, demonize hoes just 2 see my self esteem rise
I lower yours, stupid, know I seem wise
Dumb as a rock, it doesn't come as a shock
Still some don't flock, they say the drums don't knock
This ain't no jums in a sock
Hand 2 hand rappers upper echelon, PBS throwin' my special on
Sometimes I watch my special 2 feel special
But I keep the private life private, real professional
I rather the senseless killer spillin' yo guts
Doesn't make a verse good, ya over stood
Truth be told the lab sessions
Should not sound like Taxi Cab Confessions
I'm 'bout 2 bring back storytellin'
I bet money if yo man get snatched up in that store, he tellin'
Wit the scoop he sure 2 sing
Like the group that go into the police fo' a sting
Zing! People love 2 perpetrate like they're honest
When they're really not just puppets on a string
& these Internet thugs, ain't doin' a thing
Got caught wit the Google Chrome now they in the Bing
There's a lot of great song writers, tremendous singers
But everybody's not into Vienna Fingers
I bring a different kind of wafer, that ain't the way fo' me
Hide out till the block is safe fo' Nutty Bars ain't no chocolate wafers
Wanna see what I could do? Get out my way first
Only help is liquor, weed, & Wikipedia
Fricassee'd every beat that was on the CD
My CD gets burn like VD, I get up like graffiti
Pluckin' a heifer teety, it's never tedious plus I'm greedy
This is criminal background--one fo' PD
Young gunner ya can tell I ate my Wheaties
People who understand innovation give me standin' ovations
They don't just accept things, they demand information
Different viewpoints from a multitude of sources
Make it work fo' the kids like we going thru divorces
Keeping my personal life & wiz far away from y'all as possible
Ya ain't goin' to know my kids, mah
Already distant as it is, pah
Cuz people in show biz are, just that; bizarre
Yo man stays lurkin', I'm always working
You ain't gotta push me 2 hard
Like the B74 air assist door
I wonder what I became a lyricist fo'
2 package & hip units like fudge rounds
We sit around the lab & judge sounds
I know school got nothin' 2 offer us
Pushin' the tape like I'm tryna get off the bus