Your Old Droog - Central Park 5 (Demo) lyrics

(Verse) Cake off the single, my clearance from Cancun Didn't exactly have a blessin' We breakin' rule after rule and more rules f** it, that's hip-hop Gotta ride it out, you can't make a bad trip stout f** his veteran pet form Droog, I'm rap's pet torn, took a chick Became her mentor, makin' sure she does the job and delivers I keep her a** in the booth like Howard Stern due with Robin Quivers Let's take some calls, break some bones with the original k**er Not the copy-cat murderers I'm the real thing, yo man is pathetic I felt more pain like red hands with anesthetic Bein' static is home-grown, use to say it on the home phone Plus, I won a bunch of times, old limes I'mma let this keep, got my Rocks off and I went to sleep Got my Rocks off and I went to sleep I woke up in the mornin', hopped a train and saw my G Addict Had an L in his hand, tellin' us his plan about how he's gonna Rob this cat for two furs I told him how I'm tryna hit the booth Let em hitters knew verse Thinkin' back, drinkin' yak, gallons, like Napoleon dynamite in the hood Do these burners got black talents? So many stories in my mental archive They say we wylin' like the Central Park Vibe Check me out, don't do d**, don't do d**! Am I built for the 7 a.m. smoke session? No question! Been hot for funeral possessions Had a waking bake(?), breaking cake God is great, moderate the intake for when the body begin to ache I went up in the store to buy freaking Lucy in the eye, n***a Was bout that time I felt the high kickin' Was bout that time I felt the high kickin' Oh, sick It go (Interlude) I'm so high and I dunno why I let so much time go by I'm so high and I dunno why I let so much time go by (Verse 2) And I neva got IDed, what's the hold-up? I'm like God spede Catches us out here gettin' bodied But it ain't that dangerous, just make sure you move around Puerto Rican until proven white Life is good now that this rap sh** is making us wealthy See me court-side with my b**h, taking a selfie Yo, look So many flavors, Neil Apollo, the raw labors Step in the booth and lay verse after verse Drop the sugar cube in the tea Had a doobie like you're on parole(?) Stink up the place like it ran monster fume Rock the biggest stages, when on the stage this is aggressive Waddup! Como estas? Neva in need of no testosterone d** Influence is mains from Nas to Bone Thugs Some people, I came into supple citizens, a constant outpill(?!) Carolina counter f**ed me up a lil Gotta change how I feel, make it joyous Employers, the lawyers, the work, got a couple deals I didn't trap for years to get signs I got all quibblin' Now everybody soundin' like my son sodically Had to bring em sonic wazin', the oxymoronic flow Chronic blazin' on occasion You muthaf**as been up pretty There y'all go screwin' up the vibe again It's like that feelin' when yo high begin to fade