Your Old Droog - G.K.A.C. lyrics

[Verse 1: Your Old Droog] Seatbelt off, but son was strapped Cruising way past the limit with a gun in his lap Thuggin', buggin' swearing his phone tapped Used to be the rubber band man I guess he just snapped Ain't like he went to ranges and learnt to spray gats So he practiced on baseheads and stray cats The world treated him like Three-Fifths, so he copped four fifths No Mother Marys or Josephs - he blow spliffs Laced with PCP, not too discerning But sh** was like a ritual when dude was burning Son would roll up, without a hold up Take out a 20 And break that ho up In a crumpled up piece of money The wildest dread Heard he referred to his blicky as Nicky And the bullet - he called her Miss Lead One time he pa**ed the boys in blue and saw red Then a calm little voice inside his voice said [Hook: Your Old Droog] Gotta k** a cop, gotta k** a cop Gotta k** a cop, gotta k** a cop Gotta k** a cop, gotta k** a cop Gotta k** a cop, gotta k** a cop Imma put that pig in a blanket Imma put that pig in a blanket Imma put that pig in a blanket Said he'd put that pig in a blanket... [Verse 2: Your Old Droog] And he did, he just [?] Angel on his shoulders called him but he banged it There's nothing to do or say To stop him And couldn't get in his way Like the blood gang he had a Nine and a Trey But a 12-gauge, fresh out the case Would be the weapon used to pop the officer in the face Then started to chase It was unnervin', car swervin' all over the place Just when you thought it's 'bout to end, no He turned around blasting at the cat was out the window With the 9-milli The voice in his head on a continuous loop like Milli Vanilli [Hook: Your Old Droog] Gotta k** a cop, gotta k** a cop Gotta k** a cop, gotta k** a cop Gotta k** a cop, gotta k** a cop Gotta k** a cop, gotta k** a cop Imma put that pig in a blanket Imma put that pig in a blanket Imma put that pig in a blanket Imma put that pig in a blanket [Verse 3: Your Old Droog] He shot him Then tried to breeze, skate out of town They spot him Hopped in their V's to chase him down And blocked him He couldn't leave [?] "We got him" "Get on your knees, get on the ground!" He steps out, lights flashing in his eyes His psychotic mind still tries to rationalize Wheels start turning, feeling shifty Thinking "if I'm going down, I'll take some more of you cowards with me" He bust one, bust two Put 'em on God's guest list - plus a few Trust fund kids, he don't trust you What's truly sad is a man felt like he had to go this route Just to get his just due "What's justice?" he yelled to the s**ers And proceeded to back out the MAC-10 on you f**ers Kept bucking, like an old soldier 'Till one of their slugs caught him in the shoulder So he ducked behind the car Realizing he's 'bout to spend the rest of his life behind bars Depressed, knowing he's going down for the crime He pressed Nicky's lips against his one last time