Your Old Droog
Lo Mein

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[Verse 1: Sonnyjim]
Celibate, they say the cheddar brings jealousy
It's clear to see I’m a rarity (Mm)
Rockin' VVS gems on Jumeirah Beach
I'm stayin’ out the presidential, Eric B
That gold chain turned your neck green
Belvedere Bentley, lunch with Ottolenghi
Remy in the Benzy
We're playin' Tom and Jerry on the jet ski
The one like chutney, dead
I pour this whole drink on your head
Behind the red rope, whisk and a egg
Pluggеd in, 'bout to link the connect
Fish in the nеt
I sip the Beck's, skin the sess, like a Rasta in a string vest
I was pushin' flake, but I took a break
Now I'm at the cooker with this bouillabaisse
Bitch, you'll catch a bullet in the face
Money in the safe, I put the fake money on the table

[Verse 2: Your Old Droog]

[Interlude: Heems]
Yo, Heems
Man
[Verse 3: Heems]
It’s your pity, gritty New York City, I gentrified
All the good ones died, fried, locked up ’cause the cops lied
Sported the Northface, New York face angry
Damn, B, them be the elders who fucked with family
Still a commuter, so the butter roll in coffee
Corner-store butter crunchin', caramel toffee
Remember rockin’ Nautica and Girbaud jeans
Remember when you had to watch the block for the fiends
Had to stay alert, everybody try to run you up
Pony up, try to keep your head down and your money up
Remember when they sold batteries on the train
The opps was playin' games, the cops was still lame
We slap box in the rain, the towers and the planes
Playin' out by fire hydrants, strain to kill our pain
Waitin' for dinner to split that lunch, lo mein
Your neighbours knew your name, but now the city ain’t the same