Artist: Your Old Droog Album: Packs Song: You Can Do It! (Give Up) Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Your Old Droog] Night and day we was in the park playin ball It's all we ever did err'y since we was small T-Mack had the type of game that we both wanted But it ain't look as promisin when your growth stunted Still you was puttin in work Remember got cut from the team, you was hurt Things got brighter when you caught a lil' spurt But you still was a knucklehead doin wild dirt That said, on the court, you still couldn't be checked On for the heat, tech, went from a reject to the country's #1 prospect Had a good chance to get your family out the projects Still remember when you went away to camp Cats was excited, had the whole hood amped From the get, jumper wet It was damp 'til you had the game When it splashed in your face by a future champ Then it seemed like your dreams got deflated Deterred by the words, out nights gettin faded Took pride in bein ignorant instead of educated When if you kept your head on straight, you woulda made it Now the shit is dumb wack And overweight, 30-somethin, tryna make a comeback Draft night all over again, sittin round waitin Watchin All Stars on the outside, hatin like [Chorus] "Oooooohh-oooooh" ("Give it, give it up!") ("Up-up, give up") Give up, give up, give up "Oooooohh-oooooh" Give up, give up, give up ("Give it, give it up!" "Give it up! Now!") Give up, give up, give up [Your Old Droog] There's few things that are more uglier in this world Than an attractive girl, who's cool with just bein beautiful Wants to be on the big screen but ain't develop any useful skills All attempts have been futile Don't have any real tools you can utilize And guys just tryna smash, feedin you the lies That's the motto, you tried to model But the director was brutal 'bout your size In my eyes, you was right though Stupid-ass still went and got lipo Self-image negative like typo You head they gassed it, got your tits and your ass did And your zits sandblasted By some shady ass doc, that bastard Takin thirst pics, only thing you mastered thus far Counts all your followers, said that he can make you a star Only good for bringin coffee Had your goofy-ass in the booth singin off-key Got the opportunity to act Was a small role, you couldn't even do that Now you back up in the trap Last cat that you let tap had the clap Runnin in place in the race, gettin lapped Women runnin things, only thing you runnin is your yap like... [Chorus] [Your Old Droog] It all started with a dollar and a dream Now you can holla, you can scream It's not like you ain't have a good team Fought hard to get you all the right placement Came a long way from doin songs in the basement Rhymin on public access Lawyers close the deal, accountants do your taxes Always had dreams of goin to the top Ten years later and you still ain't popped Silver platter and you still can't eat All the hot features and mad good beats Goin dumb hard tryna chase a hit In the studio with writer's block, can't pen shit Sinkin deep into the cesspool Now your little man's man's more successful First came to you for gems They used to open up for you, now you openin for them Tide startin to turn the fade Gettin older, you should probably learn a trade or work in music in a new capacity perhaps ...NOT EVERYONE'S SUPPOSED TO RAP!