Your Old Droog

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

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