El RTNC - Bangladesh lyrics

[Verse 1: Your Old Droog] Bangladesh At 16 my slang was fresh I would not tire, spitting hot fire in the sesh Or on the voicemail like John Tesh Couldn't see me in the flesh You're better off silent like Depeche You know my steelo Tranquilo since Jordan made The Shot on Ehlo If you don't know anything, know that YOD nice Check my closet, see Lo like 3 dice And I ain't even ahead, thieving for bread Bandit with a candle lit, grieving the dead, I said I'm all disheveled the stress levels is high As I try to make sense of the time that whizzed by Saw the looks dilapidate at a rapid rate Used to be virile 'fore the 'ports made me sterile The terrible son chronicles and co*k-blocking perils But I dust myself off, rocking my apparel Former cokeheads like Doc and Darryl Still came in this lock, stock, and barrel While I was making sure every bar is hard You herbs was playing Pokemon, chasing Charizard I peeped the scenery, sipping green tea The old head dropped gems in the yard like Mr. Feeny Now I'm pulling up to Leanly With Santini, Houdini in a zucchini-colored Lamborghini [Verse 2: Heems] I'm Fellini eating fettuccine at the mini-mall She said "Heemy you can't see me why you such a meany for?" Whipping in that beany 4-door like you on city hall Out in Long Island, why you don't come to the city for? Thought I did the rap sh** in vain like a junky Funky fresh cold medina hot s**y punkie Mama tried to punk me, dump me, jump me Cause I kept it hundred since 21 and Jump Street Now I'm in Tahiti with a queen like Nefertiti You can't see me 'cause my face between her titties Bank off the city, hit the bank, cop a CD Offshore accounts in Dubai with habibi Put the bars together like a restaurateur provocateur With the raw and Bobby Brown jaw If my melanin could talk and tell you what the brown saw Why did the brown pour, the feds probably 'round y'all So I should probably keep it quiet About the selling and the buying They paying when I'm flying Twenty Bangladeshis with me, 'bout to start a riot I've been yelling, I've been screaming, I've been kicking, I've been crying We move that product for the Prada Only whip low-key: Miata or Sonata It's Himachu - f** a Pikachu or a Charizard My bars is hard, my girl went to Barbizon [Sean Price Voicemail Outro] Cla**ic man, it's Sean P. I'mma need a verse from you home sk**et. But, you know, you might not wanna do it, you know - call me back and tell me "You know what, get the f** outta here, f** Sean P." Or, or you might call with, "hey, Sean this is the best record I've heard in my life, man. I'm honored to get on it." Or you know, "f** is this guy Sean P?", whatever Just hit me back cla**ic man