Artist: Your Old Droog f/ Heems Album: Packs Song: Bangladesh Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [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 [Heems] 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 Peace!"