Prodigy (Mobb Deep) - Hoodie Weather lyrics

[Chorus: Your Old Droog] I can't wait until it's hoodie weather Have me three cars and a crib when it's hoodie weather Make heat in the summer and hold it down (why's that?) So we can come out during hoodie weather Thermal and hoodie weather I remember when all I wanted was to own a nice Pelle Pelle leather Going to buy H.N.I.C. at Sam Goody weather Hoodie weather, couldn't be better [Verse 1: Your Old Droog] Flow on my conehead Screw investors I spend my own bread Curve all they calls then lie and say my phone dead Shotty like Elmer Fudd, don't get thrown lead I smell blood when that zone red Already talking Super Bowl it's only week uno But let's have a Mobb halftime show instead of that weak Bruno Got bars like Mars dot the I's cross the t's roll the R's Like Spanish reporters when they sign off Saying their names, it's all part of the game Lames make unsubstantiated claims And when we called them on it they played games Me I use the mind's intuition back on a fact-finding mission My initiative is to live real far away from y'all So don't ask why I don't wanna play ball Stalemate, congressional gridlock For those droogs, thinking we close like Joe C. and Kid Rock (yeah right) We ain't that tight, friends never sat right with me They shifty, and greazy Dirty motherf**ers probably don't even wipe after ya'll sh** You that kid who used to play barefoot in the McDonald's ball pit (disgusting) And they call me the ghetto germaphobe Been nice since Myanmar was Burma on the globe I'm forever residing in Remulak with that phlegm you lack Always remember this fact [Chorus: Your Old Droog] I can't wait until it's hoodie weather Have me three cars and a crib when it's hoodie weather Make heat in the summer and hold it down (why's that) So we can come out during hoodie weather Thermal and hoodie weather I remember when all I wanted was to own a nice Pelle Pelle leather Going to buy H.N.I.C. at Sam Goody weather Hoodie weather, couldn't be better [Verse 2: Prodigy] September October, November December I dismember the 9 and put it back together January, February, March April May Now my stash so good I pray for a rainy day You don't want that, quiet storm silencer guns All you see is lightning flash the only sound was (ahh) Don't you know you have to respect me? Or wheelchair seat they act properly Sometimes a man forgets you have to get violent I tried to give n***as a chance but they don't want that Ay, dios mio my pistol get it free throw Cause these n***as is foul that's old beef though Rotten apple raps straight from out the sour patch The haters gonna hate my droog, where them bottles at? So we can pop corks at they head And pour some on the floor cause these n***as dead [Chorus: Your Old Droog] I can't wait until it's hoodie weather Have me three cars and a crib when it's hoodie weather Make heat in the summer and hold it down (why's that?) So we can come out during hoodie weather Thermal and hoodie weather I remember when all I wanted was to own a nice Pelle Pelle leather Going to buy H.N.I.C. at Sam Goody weather Hoodie weather, couldn't be better