[Verse 1: Your Old Droog] Too honest I don't spit G in chicks' ears Been dusty, my droog hasn't bought a new pair of kicks in 6 years Remember being downtown like Petula Clark [?] Now I'm dusty with crusty sh** in my unused earring holes These young cats so hype, grill-coppin' I threw my fronts out back when MySpace was still poppin' Used to go as long as three whole months without getting a cut Had to go hit up a fat b**h for some bu*t I get domed, but no intimacy Droog grew up wanting to smash Ashanti - I wasn't into Missy Never go to [?] or Fordham Road Catch me shopping at a strip called Can't Afford 'Em Road Located right off the BK Bridge If I ain't there I'm boosting out the Century 21 at Bay Ridge This some stuff most would keep to themselves But nah I spreads the knowledge - I do this for the kids [Outro: Your Old Droog] I'm not ugly, I'm the ugliest Not dusty, I'm the dustiest You might think you dusty, but trust me this I'm the du-du-du-du-dustiest I'm not ugly, I'm the ugliest Not dusty, I'm the dustiest You might think you dusty, but trust me this I'm the dustiest, the dustiest