El RTNC - White Rappers lyrics

[Intro: Sample] "White rappers, you're coming to this almost as a guest...matter of fact, you are guests in the house of hip hop..." [Hook: Your Old Droog] Some wise words from Your Old Friend What matters is the beats and if the emcee goes in Its not about the color, its not about the color It's not about the color of your skin, your skin [Verse 1: Droog] Back again, it's the realest dude on the panel Napkin tucked in the collar of my new flannel Only t.v. dinner I want is my b**h Cooking some sh** she saw on the Food Channel Wise, the way I an*lyze Made a vigil for the mourn, you still couldn't hold a candle To what I did on wax before ever signing contracts No numbers by memory, no contacts And you thought it was perfect like Curt Hennig I remember when we weren't sinning, condition worsening Came along way from the first inning Getting better with every verse I'm penning, know what I mean? On the mic I'm witty, but we wear ByCommittee And my demographic is cats like Diddy Not one of your fans got cash, it makes sense though Bums gravitate towards hot trash You write bars out of boredom, pa I give them songs that'll live long like Lord Jamar It's for today and for tomorrow I don't know about your kids' kids' kids' kids though Diddo, loco, your flow is crazy Rhyme a phrase like 'quid pro quo' with 'coco' Track is straight bu*ter wavy Just don't let any soul blow get on my polo Power, with every beat, I begin to devour In the wee hours, writing rhymes for dolo The clutches, and my team is hands-off They just come in at the end to put the finishing touches On whatever we's doing, turning nobs and EQing Son comes through and f**s sh** up like "What you doing?" I never do that, but good guess Gave me shade like scantrons but I stood the test [Hook] [Verse 2: Droog] "Can a white rapper fool a m**m?" "No, Not nowadays, bro" "So what the hell makes them think they have to say so?" "I don't know, but I'm glad that you're not like them Your stuff's emotive, you didn't come into this with a motive" The way he flowed on the track was straight bananas Came right in our house with great manners Wrote that sh** down quick, the clique dug it Old Droog been a legend like the chick that had a Mcnugget Never purchase a Mcrib The Droog even takes his shoes off when he gets in the crib I don't push the 'hold it now' gender or women's lib More concerned with women's libido, coquito Mosquitoes try to bite em, Rubies wishing to be an item They throw Winston's on stage hoping I'll light them Haven't met anyone dopier Son, you's a cornier cornimus, be a cornicopia It's like Don't be a Menace to South Central While Drinking your Juice in the Hood, damn he's good Like L.L. the hooker with the handicap She's still "sweet as brown sugar with the candied yams" Oh, my bad, that's Nia Long? Your raps put me to sleep, guess I won't have a song near long I'm not singing a sad sad song Flow is like being cut down on the cool, it's mad strong Like Menthol bringing the strength, y'all I'm Funkmaster Flex night, excite and enthrall I'm Italian in the mental A lot of rappers want to vent, but when they do it, it's uneventful Tumbleweeds get humbled like seeds For trying to impede the path of the pimp f** up your whole anatomy, remember Pistol-whipping is the sincerest form of battery Got cash that go the bathroom for me like a pinch hitter Rhyme words with 'orange' but I'm more than just a spitter A good guess, no longer in his hood, stressed [Hook]