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[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
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