Artist: Your Old Droog Album: Packs Song: White Rappers (A Good Guest) Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Lord Jamar] "White rappers, you're coming to this almost as a guest Matter of fact, you are guests in the house of hip-hop" [Chorus: Your Old Droog] Some wise words from Your Old Friend What matters is the beats and if the emcee goes in It's not about the color, it's not about the color It's not about the color of yo' skin, yo' skin [Your Old Droog] Back again, it's the realest dude on the panel Napkin tucked in the collar of my new flannel (I'm eatin) Only TV dinner I want is my bitch cookin some shit she saw on the Food Channel Wise, the way I analyze Made a vigil for the mourn, you still couldn't hold a candle To what I did on wax before ever signin contracts No numbers by memory, no contacts And you thought it was +Perfect+ like Curt Hennig I remember when we were sinnin, condition worsening Came a long way from the first inning Gettin better with every verse I'm pennin, nah mean~! On the mic I'm witty, but we win by committee And my demographic is cats like Diddy Not one of your fans got cash It makes sense though, bums gravitate towards hot trash You write bars out of boredom, pa I give 'em songs that'll live long like Lord Jamar ("Speak on it, god") It's for today and for tomorrow I don't know about your kids' kids' kids' kids, though ("Speak on it, god") Ditto, loco, your flow is crazy Rhyme a phrase like 'quid pro quo' with 'coco' ("He's dope!") Track is straight butter wavy Just don't let any soul blow get on my Polo Power, with every beat, I begin to devour In the wee hours, writin rhymes for dolo The clutches, and my team is hands-off They just come in at the end to put the finishing touches On whatever we's doin, turnin knobs and EQing Son comes through and fuck shit up like "Whatchu doin?!" I never do that, but good guess Gave me shade like scantrons but I stood the test [Chorus] [Your Old Droog] (Can a white rapper fool a Muslim?) No, not nowadays, bro (So what the hell makes them think they have the say so?) I don't know, but I'm glad that you're not like them Your stuff's emotive, you didn't come into this with a motive The way he flowed on the track was straight bananas Came right in our house with great manners Wrote that shit down quick, the clique dug it Old Droog been a legend like that chicken head McNugget Never purchase a McRib The Droog even takes his shoes off when he gets in the crib I don't push the {"Hold it now!"} gender or women's lib' More concerned with women's libido, incognito Mosquitoes try to bite 'em, groupies wishin to be an item They throw Winston's on stage hopin I'll light them Haven't met anyone dopier Son, youse a corn and your corner must be a cornucopia It's like "Don't be a Menace to South Central While Drinking your Juice in the Hood" - damn, he's good! Like LL filmin the hooker with the handi-cam She's still sweet as brown sugar with the candied yams Oh, my bad, that's Nia Long? Your raps put me to sleep, guess I won't have insomnia long I'm not singin a sad sad song Flow is like bein cut down on the cool, it's mad strong Like menthol bringin the strength, y'all I'm Funkmaster Flex night, excite and enthrall I'm a giant in the mental Lot of rappers wanna vent, but when they do it, it's uneventful Tumbleweeds get humbled like seeds For tryna to impede the path of the pimp Fuck up your whole anatomy, remember Pistol-whippin is the sincerest form of battery Got cash that go the bat for me like a pinch hitter Rhyme words with 'orange' but I'm more than just a spitter.. A good guest, no longer in his hood, stressed [Chorus]