The Rose Bowl

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Your Old Droog] I put Louis on like OGC, cats is OCD Rappers couldn't see the '03 me (uh-uh) Now we in this bitch like OTB, but really OTB In straight business, winners don't key-key Project vocally, whether by the book or colloquially Never write a hook unless it spoke to me And you know money talks, I'm tryna cop Some Ewings with the Oakleys Your bars cracked and I'm the one that grow the cocoa leaves Not too many going quote-for-quote with me You ask legends if they wanna work with Droog, they like, "Hopefully" Hit me up if it's a studio there Treat the booth like Luka treat Rudy Gobert I swear this year's my year, and every year after that Make it feel like the lumberjack with the hat to match Selling out of merch packs like they Cabbage Patch A lab rat, that's my habitat, snatch [Hook: The High & Mighty] I am him, you ain't them, man Here is a murdergram, straight outta Rotterdam Welcome to the Rose Bowl Pimps on a ho stroll, decked in all Polo Pumpin' low-pro, so I am him, you ain't them, man Here is a murdergram, straight outta Rotterdam Welcome to the Rose Bowl Pimps on a ho stroll, in all Polo, pumpin' low-pro, so [Verse 2: Mr. Eon] In quill pen trips, he's monstrous honest No opps here, it's peace like Amos Bonnes And doggone it, you slip-slop my sick crop Unlockin' my psychosocial like Slipknot The coca spirita, licking remnants off the coke mirror Bye-bye septum, was quite the fuckin' dope bearer Paint her face with the semi-gloss Leave quite a sheen on her lips Gave her mint-flavored dental floss Easily I approach with a roach Can't body-snatch me like Woody Boy replaced Coach Taking hostages for jackin' my hypothesis Eon Megalod from the megalopolis Runnin' in the eighth quarters and other fractions In lavender Bo Jacksons for added traction Runnin' from the LA Coliseum when you see him Teleportin' to the Please Touch Museum [Hook: The High & Mighty] I am him, you ain't them And here is a murdergram, straight out of Rotterdam Welcome to the Rose Bowl Pimps on a ho stroll, decked in all Polo Pumpin' low-pro, so I am him, you ain't them, man Here is a murdergram, straight outta Rotterdam Welcome to the Rose Bowl Pimps on a ho stroll, decked in all Polo Pumpin' low-pro, so [Verse 3: Mr. Eon] Jumpin' Jehosaphats, weed in the sofa slash Screamin' like Ill Al Skratch, "Where my homies at?" Your dunks have been debunked, punk See you, admiral scuttlebutton, big chief sittin' duck Now luck don't make Eon curse, who's on Earth? With these boats in my head like Lance Alworth Alcoa can't wait, the ending destiny Know what I mean? I'm Cannonball Adderley Pomo Keski ridin' a jet ski What is he sayin'? Oh heaven to Betsy, is it awesome sauce? Times bars, hogs, dogs Just because, when I walk through, the brains fog Eons, seized toys and diecast medals Beyond these boys and fly-ass dentals Close to atrocious, heads full of roach clips Toast this in the form '83 Moses [Hook: The High & Mighty] I am him, you ain't them And here is a murdergram, straight outta Rotterdam Welcome to the Rose Bowl Pimps on a ho stroll, decked in all Polo Pump and low-pro, so I am him, you ain't them, man Here is a murdergram, straight outta Rotterdam Welcome to the Rose Bowl Pimps on a ho stroll, decked in all Polo Pump and low-pro, so