Your Old Droog - Loosey in the Store with Pennies lyrics

[Intro] And everyday, my mother said, in Bulgarian bu*termilk That's the reason he's got so much energy today [Verse 1] Wanna know my plan B? No plan, B That one bar will get you right like a Xani Droogs poppin pills, real, even if they blackball or stop the deal Diggin her back out while you still tryin to cop a feel Dry humpin, I don't even try and I'm triumphant Keepin it sharp they won't be askin where my umph went It's more present than ever now that I'm buzzin Like a light bulb that's fluorescent get gone you poor peasant Used to be a scammer now I no longer go to Western Union and Moneygram I get money off the grammar And the endeavor, never ends Receivin checks from the Netherlands, no time for fairweather friends Come around when its sunny, and it'll be a Bronx Tale Have your organs on the black market in Yonkers on sale Go to Riverdale just to make a liver sale And still prevail, leave behind a positive trail Paid for my sins like friends went without the dinner The breadwinner, because I'm god, the scarhealer You haven't heard a bar realer I let Jesus take the wheel and the soundsystem he's a car stealer Like it's '94 and they stealin computers up out the grey Buick My debut sick like Illmatic, k** the static, had the greatest reception Used to be real erratic, had to change my perception Lose the Attention Deficit Disorder and hypertension With no meds, we all thoroughbreds Have my pumpkin smoke you like some Marlboro reds b**h ain't the Long Island Lolita she know how to hold a heater The key to success is havin it locked, but dont get co*ky Talkin sh** on mushrooms, call it shiitake I know cats who took LSD and became dumber The only trips I take is three dice with the same number Not including the little getaways to the Caribbean Even when I'm here they don't know which crib we in Hiding out in my lay location, A-okay, they wonder how I stayed so patient In the cut, laid up like a platypus, bag the chick with the fatter puss Was real generic when I got at her Still gave me play, leeway, so I can go ahead and save my lines for a rainy day Sincerely yours as he signs the letter Good dimes are hard to come by, still its 9's or better I'm sayin, its no way I'm eatin teriyaki wok with a b**h look like an ewok, bro You know I hit drive-thrus with tools, and eat sushi drinkin saki with dimes Get a little too stocky at times Never do I panic Guaranteed to showboat like the opening scenes of Titanic Too many rapper types fall for the trap End up modelling a beanie with a ballfitter gap Tell me, does my speech really call for clappin? Theres too much echo in this hall for rappin, gra**hopper Be a showstopper at the opportune time If the Droog's gonna do it, I'ma do it proper I platoon with the proper tune And I don't plan to stop for anyone, anytime soon Can't play sick, women don't trip Keep it basic, you're not Grace Slick Impure to the limit, immature Demure ? I'm not so sure Lookin swell as Notor, but really what the hell is couture? Uh huh, yeah, I'm sure Look, I want something not too many will buy "Thanks, I try," said the perennial fly guy Never indulge in Peppermint Patties or Good & Plenty's But I once copped a loosey in the store with pennies [Verse 2 - Extended Version] What the hell could a New York Stater mind I orchestrate mine, what you do? Get drunk and walk a straight line like it's nothin' Pop the cork off great wine We dine with no pork on my fork I hate swine I could give a flying f** about Air Jordan I'm telling you the people want to hear more than Expensive cars and fly apparel, hell Talk about the parallels, the perils and the L's They don't elaborate, refusing to collaborate I call them too wack Don't deserve to be on a track with your man Droog from Remulak I tell them sure you could spit, but it's the phlegm you lack