Lyrics

[These lyrics are intentionally locked and left partial due to a DMCA takedown request. Please do not edit the lyrics to include the removed sections.] [Verse 1: Your Old Droog] [Verse 2: Heems] Yo, I be eatin', I'm the Pac-Man, me, I move the Pack man Roll around with Pak' mans, my man got the strap, man He pack an AK in the back, man, I've been that, man Don't know how to act, man, yo, that's a fact, man Me, I just rap, man, I'm like Hugh Jackman I'm a huge act man, damn, that shit slap, man Droogy give me dap, man, this verse is a rap, man No cap, Queens back on the map, man [Verse 3: Your Old Droog] [Verse 4: Heems] Afghanistan, that's how I tally bands I blam your fam, a week ago, hand to hand I'll shoot the dove, we could go man to man A handsome man in the jungle with orangutans Y'all know Hemi, jazz and sashimi Shorties call me dreamy and steamy when they see me I eat linguine in my man Lamborghini Make the money Houdini and some drip like a genie Yo, I was dusted, reading map textbooks Yo, my right hook better than my left hook Yo, they in white hoods, they can't see my checkbook I'm in Red Hook, cookin' fish, I'm the head cook You don't wanna take bonga, let's eat tunda I'm comfy in the tundra or in the rotunda I'm summer humid, listenin' to Sun Ra Yo, I bring the dunda, I make your ass nunga