Your Old Droog

Your Old Droog - You Know What Time It Is lyrics

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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

Armed black going mac strong (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’mma get biz with my name on the marquee

Make me bring out the Bulls fitted, black hoodie, and Barkleys

Went to the store, bought a loose and a quart of 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 at G and I got her

Old Droog is a shotta

Had moves since Steph, KG, and Gugliotta

And son, is 6 o’clock, now 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

Armed black going mac strong (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 you, you Maimonides

Stay slurring your words, but you pronounce dead-on arrival, “Dead on arrival”

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

Now we flip a Fame sample in this fun boy climate

Peace to my slime Skizz, you know what time it is

When cats hop out of the whip with masks on

Armed black going mac strong (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, y’all know what time it is

And dust the hoe’s clock

Do my joint like Blow Pop

Y’all 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

Bucking female singers

And you ain’t have to cock block dog, I would’ve 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 CUNY first, 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

When cats hop out of the whip with masks on

Armed black going mac strong (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)

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