Your Old Droog - I Only lyrics

Know your chances is thin These cats lost before they even begin Take the L then run it back again But why play a game that you not gon’ win I only play the games that I win at I only play the games that I win I only play the games that I win at I only play the games that I win Like I’m burning a disc, it’s a dub for you Son I ain’t gon’ play the game unless I get the W Them hoes geeks off the rap Allah They been coming to me for a genius bar before the Apple store Bonkers Then my favorite rappers was them guys from Yonkers Knew that the time would come when I’mma conquer When your Droog was headed to the Bronx with a honey dutch and a dama blanca Selling nickels and some pennies Remember when we used to rhyme and didn’t get a penny? Now we monetize Take a quarter out, drop it in the meter, mama, try me on for size It’s quite racy At the moment whites don’t claim me But I’mma f**ing go platinum when they embrace me The last star, fast car like Tracy Who saw exactly what they doing wrong, well basically Here to stay, this ain’t your fly-by-night Study all day, lay something fly by night Spent years working, outta mind outta sight Only poke my noggin out when I got it right Got too nice, punchlines was all Looney But it was nothing new to those who already knew me The tall goonie Y’all don’t even know the names I was running with prior like Paul Mooney Caught G.O.D., what about… ? Wasn’t right that first time, so I came again Switch the name again Before I finally resign myself to the fact that’s not my game to win And the realization was golden Came back as Your Old Droog, that’s your old friend Even Kenny Rogers tried to told them Gotta know when to hold or when to fold ’em Especially when you… Before I ever had a FIFA 2K to play live It was maddening, had to survive Learn when you gotta pump fake or straight juke ’em [?] like Duke Nukem Had rockets and guns, like DOOM, ’95 Plotting like DOOM in ’95 I listened to jazz, read the 7 pillars of zen Learned ego and pride are the biggest k**ers of men They still marvel at the verses when I rap, mom But it’s straight Marvel vs. Capcom Every time we try to play the game they playing games Fools is lucky I ain’t saying names, bunch of lames Still running with that payola scam Need more than a couple of quarters to play your jam Only get play if you got dough These dudes like USPA: you not Lo (You know my motto)