Mr. Goodbar Lyrics - Dj Rude One

[Verse 1: Your Old Droog] 

Old Droog keep a fly bunny 

On a leash like bitch better have my money 

Your girl smoke Newports and sound wild funny 

Voice deeper than I-20's 

Vocal cords be disturbin' the peace 

Motherfucker, you's a herb in the East 

Heard they 'bout to do you like ching-a-ling 

Try to say that your girl got a dingaling 

Hee-shee, Blowticious 

What do you know, the flow is so vicious 

Cause I'm hungry, the crib got no dishes 

No saltwater tank, no fishes 

Only swedish ones from the corner store 

I was born to poor parents who wanted more 

American dream 

Here I am spittin' dope rhymes that are never generic in theme 

And when they are, [?], still clean 

Go flex on 'em, mean 

All around the world I've seen women fiend 

[?] that Gene Simmons [?] 

Joints out in Pasadena 

Wash Heights homes who still bump "Gasolina" 

More freaks than the week they tried to cast "Selena" 

[Hook: Your Old Droog] 

More than just a hood star, call me Mr. Goodbar 

Listen close you'll find something really good in every bar 

[Verse 2: Your Old Droog] 

Any time that your hear a Droog rhyme I drop zingers 

No more [?], but he lingers 

Where fiends still cop from slingers 

Crackheads got pipes like opera singers 

Former drug dealers to the stars 

Are now owners of motherfuckin' juice bars 

Some still sell, they go back 

Sold that boy [?] 

Y'all cats are so whack 

And I'm iller with the pen than the Zodiac killer 

Phyllis, like Diller 

I'm talkin' Jay Dee and that old lady, it's no one realer 

Stayin' the same, I already got the best wordplay in the game 

And the metaphors - they don't even comprende those 

These pendejos should pay me to pen they flows 

I hook 'em up - literally with choruses 

Smoke verses, and I burn bridges like self-sabotage 

Even on Sabbath we charge 

Sunday I have a menage 

Givin' me shine's one thing they got right 

Fuck the game, thrust into the spotlight 

Think I'm in it for the fame? Not quite 

[Hook] 

[Verse 3: Your Old Droog] 

Bo Garden like Biggavel', no pardon 

Go hard in the paint 

I'm focused on the universe in my reach 

Y'all cats in thirstin', all you do is reach 

Easily replaceable 

You got bars, well I got suitcases full 

Used to keep a book just for punchlines 

Right next to the Big L and Pun shrine 

Fresh chucks and a Pelle clean 

Forgettin' biz, I'm notorious 

Crush you like a jelly bean 

My shit early [?], you rock L.L. Bean 

We dipped in Ferragam' 

Pay stacks, lay back with an air of calm 

Writin' rhymes in the crib with a [?]