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Artist: Your Old Droog f/ Heems
Album:  Packs
Song:   Bangladesh
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[Your Old Droog]
Bangladesh, at 16 my slang was fresh
I would not tire, spittin hot fire in the sesh
Or on the voicemail like John Tesh
Couldn't see me in the flesh
Y'all better off +Silent+ like Depeche
You know my steelo
Tranquilo since Jordan made The Shot on Ehlo
If you don't know anything, know that Y-O-D nice
Check my closet, see Lo/c-lo like three dice
And I ain't even ahead, thievin for bread
Bandit with a candle lit, grievin the dead, I said
I'm all disheveled, the stress levels is high
As I try to make sense of the time that whizzed by (What was I doing?)
Saw the looks dilapidate at a rapid rate
Used to be virile 'fore the 'Ports made me sterile
The terrible son chronicles and cock-blockin perils
But I dust myself off, rockin my apparel
Former cokeheads like Doc and Darryl
Still came in this lock, stock, and barrel
While I was makin sure every bar is hard
You herbs was playin Pokemon, chasin Charizard
I peeped the scenery, sippin green tea
The old head dropped gems in the yard like Mr. Feeny
Now I'm pullin up to Leanly with Santini 
Houdini in a zucchini-colored Lamborghini

Yo, yo... I'm Fellini eatin fettuccine at the mini-mall
She said "Heemy, you can't see me why you such a meany for?" (Why you so mean?)
Whippin in that beany 4-door, like you on city hall
Out in Long Island, why you don't come to the city for?
Thought I did the rap shit in vain/vein like a junkie
Funky fresh cold medina, hot sexy punkie
Mama tried to punk me, dump me, jump me
Cause I kept it hundred since 21 and Jump Street
Now I'm in Tahiti with a queen like Nefertiti (Too fly)
You can't see me 'cause my face between her titties (That's why)
Bank off the city, hit the bank, cop a CD (I'm high)
Offshore accounts in Dubai with habibi (My guy!)
Put the bars together like a restaurateur (bars)
Provocateur with the raw and Bobby Brown jaw
If my melanin could talk, it tell you what the brown saw
Why did the brown fall? The feds prob'ly 'round y'all
So I should prob'ly keep it quiet (Shhhh!) Yeah
About the sellin and the buyin, they payin when I'm flyin
Twenty Bangladeshis with me 'bout to start a riot
I've been yellin, I've been screamin, I've been kickin, I've been cryin
Yeh, we move that product for the Prada
Only whip low-key: Miata or Sonata
It's Himachu - fuck a Pikachu or a Charizard!
My bars is hard, my girl went to Barbizon
Heemi, Queen shit, Y-O-D, New York shit

[Outro: Sean Price voicemail]
"Classic man, it's Sean P!
 I need a verse from you, home skillet
 But y'know, you might not wanna do it
 Y'know, call me back and tell me, 
 'Yo Ruck, get the fuck outta here! Fuck Sean P!"
 Or, or you might call me like,
 'Hey~! Sean, this is the best record I've ever heard in my life, man!
  I'm honored to get on it!'
 Or you know, 'Fuck is this guy Sean P?!' 
 Whatever, P! Hahaha! Just hit me back classic man