42 (Forty Deuce) - Your Old Droog

Me and my team played the deuce

Back when you used to think you could boost your high with a loose

In front of the old port authority

I was the bustdown King, Newport authority

The internal biological menthol mechanism let me know the exact time to pass

it-- ace

Eat a hot dog, get mustard on your face

42nd street is the place

Play stop sign on that strip all the time, square

Wherever the hoes is at, I’m there

At the theatre catching flicks

I saw you with your bum ass girl wearing matching kicks

Son, I even sold Stevie nicks

And an O of regs to Fran Leibowitz

There’s none of that now, we make hits

Like Times Square at night, I’m lit

On the deuce, on the four

On the deuce, repeat

Some clap on the 2 and the 4

Others clap on the 1 and the 3 (I won’t judge Yall though)

You walking down 42nd at night

You might run into me

Clap on the 2 and the 4

Hit the bank, take paper out like new shoes in the store

You know I can’t wait to buy new shoes

Zooted, bumping I can’t wait by Nushooz

808's smelling like reaganomics

On 42, declining offers to see comics

The rap game is a comedy show

If I need a laugh I just watch their video

I wanna know who’s your yay supplier

Tell em to meet me in front of grays papaya

Where it used to be, smoking a loosey

Just left the Hard Rock Cafe, feeling woozy

Got the blues, walking past bb kings

See how long it take to get to the shuttle, time it

How he flip nushooz in this tough guy climate?

Like Times Square at night, I’m lit

ducking out the way for a tourist shot

Fuck with me that’s more business for the florist spot

Got two fire verses and the hot

Plus a 8 bar bridge

A peak into this man’s mental on grand central

Tell a story and throw in a hint of oriental

Skated thru Bryant park when the sky went dark

Hit the diner and ordered an omelette