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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]