White Rappers (a Good Guest) Lyrics - Singles - Your Old Droog

[Intro: Sample] 

"White rappers, you're coming to this almost as a guest...matter of fact, you are guests in the house of hip hop..." 

[Hook: Your Old Droog] 

Some wise words from Your Old Friend 

What matters is the beats and if the emcee goes in 

Its not about the color, its not about the color 

It's not about the color of your skin, your skin 

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[Verse 1: Droog] 

Back again, it's the realest dude on the panel 

Napkin tucked in the collar of my new flannel 

Only t.v. dinner I want is my bitch 

Cooking some shit she saw on the Food Channel 

Wise, the way I analyze 

Made a vigil for the mourn, you still couldn't hold a candle 

To what I did on wax before ever signing contracts 

No numbers by memory, no contacts 

And you thought it was perfect like Curt Hennig 

I remember when we weren't sinning, condition worsening 

Came along way from the first inning 

Getting better with every verse I'm penning, know what I mean? 

On the mic I'm witty, but we wear ByCommittee 

And my demographic is cats like Diddy 

Not one of your fans got cash, it makes sense though 

Bums gravitate towards hot trash 

You write bars out of boredom, pa 

I give them songs that'll live long like Lord Jamar 

It's for today and for tomorrow 

I don't know about your kids' kids' kids' kids though 

Diddo, loco, your flow is crazy 

Rhyme a phrase like 'quid pro quo' with 'coco' 

Track is straight by the wavy 

Just don't let any soul blow get on my polo 

Power, with every beat, I begin to devour 

In the wee hours, writing rhymes for dolo 

The clutches, and my team is hands-off 

They just come in at the end to put the finishing touches 

On whatever we's doing, turning nobs and EQing 

Son comes through and fucks shit up like "What you doing?" 

I never do that, but good guess 

Gave me shade like scantrons but I stood the test 

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[Hook] 

[Verse 2: Droog] 

"Can a white rapper fool a Muslim?" 

"No, Not nowadays, bro" 

"So what the hell makes them think they have to say so?" 

"I don't know, but I'm glad that you're not like them 

Your stuff's emotive, you didn't come into this with a motive" 

The way he flowed on the track was straight bananas 

Came right in our house with great manners 

Wrote that shit down quick, the clique dug it 

Old Droog been a legend like the chick that had a Mcnugget 

Never purchase a Mcrib 

The Droog even takes his shoes off when he gets in the crib 

I don't push the 'hold it now' gender or women's lib 

More concerned with women's libido, coquito 

Mosquitoes try to bite em, Rubies wishing to be an item 

They throw Winston's on stage hoping I'll light them 

Haven't met anyone dopier 

Son, you's a cornier cornimus, be a cornicopia 

It's like Don't be a Menace to South Central 

While Drinking your Juice in the Hood, damn he's good 

Like L.L. the hooker with the handicap 

She's still "sweet as brown sugar with the candy gams" 

Oh, my bad, that's Nia Long? 

Your raps put me to sleep, guess I won't have a song near long 

I'm not singing a sad sad song 

Flow is like being cut down on the cool, it's mad strong 

Like Menthol bringing the strength, y'all 

I'm Funkmaster Flex night, excite and enthrall 

I'm Italian and I'm mental 

A lot of rappers want to vent, but when they do it, it's uneventful 

Tumbleweeds get humbled like seeds 

For trying to impede the path of the pimp 

Fuck up your whole anatomy, remember 

Pistol-whipping is the sincerest form of battery 

Got cash that go the bathroom for me like a Penz hitter 

Rhyme words with 'orange' but I'm more than just a spitter 

A good guess, no longer in his hood, stressed 

[Hook]