Your Old Droog - Mr. Goodbar lyrics

[Verse 1: Your Old Droog] Old Droog keep a fly bunny On a leash like b**h better have my money Your girl smoke Newports and sound wild funny Voice deeper than I-20's Vocal cords be disturbin' the peace Motherf**er, you's a herb in the East Heard they 'bout to do you like ching-a-ling Try to say that your girl got a dingaling Hee-shee, Blowticious What do you know, the flow is so vicious Cause I'm hungry, the crib got no dishes No saltwater tank, no fishes Only swedish ones from the corner store I was born to poor parents who wanted more American dream Here I am spittin' dope rhymes that are never generic in theme And when they are, [?], still clean Go flex on 'em, mean All around the world I've seen women fiend [?] that Gene Simmons [?] Joints out in Pasadena Wash Heights homes who still bump "Gasolina" More freaks than the week they tried to cast "Selena" [Hook: Your Old Droog] More than just a hood star, call me Mr. Goodbar Listen close you'll find something really good in every bar [Verse 2: Your Old Droog] Any time that your hear a Droog rhyme I drop zingers No more [?], but he lingers Where fiends still cop from slingers Crackheads got pipes like opera singers Former drug dealers to the stars Are now owners of motherf**in' juice bars Some still sell, they go back Sold that boy [?] Y'all cats are so whack And I'm iller with the pen than the Zodiac k**er Phyllis, like Diller I'm talkin' Jay Dee and that old lady, it's no one realer Stayin' the same, I already got the best wordplay in the game And the metaphors - they don't even comprende those These pendejos should pay me to pen they flows I hook 'em up - literally with choruses Smoke verses, and I burn bridges like self-sabotage Even on Sabbath we charge Sunday I have a menage Givin' me shine's one thing they got right f** the game, thrust into the spotlight Think I'm in it for the fame? Not quite [Hook] [Verse 3: Your Old Droog] Bo Garden like Biggavel', no pardon Go hard in the paint I'm focused on the universe in my reach Y'all cats in thirstin', all you do is reach Easily replaceable You got bars, well I got suitcases full Used to keep a book just for punchlines Right next to the Big L and Pun shrine Fresh chucks and a Pelle clean Forgettin' biz, I'm notorious Crush you like a jelly bean My sh** early [?], you rock L.L. Bean We dipped in Ferragam' Pay stacks, lay back with an air of calm Writin' rhymes in the crib with a [?] [Hook]