Lyrics:
on back, ready for the long haul
Tossed by the winds and the seas
I'll drag 'em all down to hell and I'll stand 'em at the wall
I'll sell 'em to their
the neck up
Picking up crumbs man ya oughta get swept up
Going to the gym getting big getting flexed up
Just to get shot by a skinny nigga dressed up
In
opposition
Paradigm on some keyboard shit, shifting
If this shit offends you probably should listen
Can’t stand the heat, get up outta Hell’s Kitchen
Bitch
feeling are you anti hero or a fake villain
Sandman did crimes for his daughter
Does that justify the slaughter
I know a blind lawyer in hells kitchens
You know where that Gang gon be
cnd that thang gon be right by my side
You know where them planes just be
I smoke this weed and I stay getting high
Tumble outta bed and I stumble to the kitchen
Pour myself a cup of ambition
And yawn and stretch and try to come to life
Jump in the shower
the kitchen
Snoop chorus:
Death row is bitches
Supposed to be gangstas
You niggaz just snitchin
Death row is snitches
Supposed to be gangstas
The niggaz
feel me
These bitches couldn't be me even if
I gave them recipes
Whole life been in Hell's Kitchen
Searching for the recipe
Shout out to my cousin
Top down in the winter trying feel the breeze
You can hit my line for the shhhh, when you feel the need
Lil bitch pussy good as hell but i still la
no trippin)[00:14.93]I can't sit by imma get to these riches ( imma get to these riches)[00:16.45]Shawty look so fine yea that booty I'm grippin (dat
apart
When the world fades away
I know you're here to stay
Coffee dates and late night talks
Drive-in movies and long beach walks
When the kitchen is
Oh, hell, hey, yeah (suu)
And it's a new celebration of this groovy
Better livin' (better livin')
Lifestyles (lifestyles)
Oh this-, oh yeah yeah,
the detective
Get this clear like Belvedere vodka
Them five shots, they created a monster
Hell's Kitchen comin' straight out of Compton
I seen Boyz in the Hood,
Put your guns out on the table
Throw your bullets on the floor
This weary old house can't take it anymore
From the ovens in the kitchen
thang
I said: "Bitch, I'm on my way!"
I givit to you, homeboy, play by play
She had on polkadots with miniskirt
Jumped in the car straight went
catch you moving
Red eye, swing by, I barely pressed it
Zooming unky in the kitchen with some dog
Finna step into it
European sneaks on but the necklace
Porsche, Maseratis as well
Bitches by the boatload, filling up your coke nose
Hope we don't end all up in the bottom of hell
The devil's got Bugattis
I had a good woman to sit right by my side. Hell, I'm drunk and I'm lost with this alcohol drama that I bring myself down to a lost drunken coma. Then
tell him that
No longer cooking crack in my kitchen, cutting, selling that
He broke my heart, that relationship been to hell and back
I been working
Put your guns out on the table, throw your bullets on the floor
This weary old house can't take it anymore
From the ovens in the kitchen
It's all cool when they meet Mr k-ID
Automatically head in the VIP
Turn it up beats blazing hot as hell
I got the dank put it in
The burner roll it
inheritance is way more than
The stuff they peddlin'
That American melatonin settles in
You fall asleep
Only to wake up inside of hell's den
And that's
are again in the middle of the night
We're dancin' 'round the kitchen in the refrigerator light
Down the stairs, I was there
I remember it all too
of the night when your body moans with pain. Don't worry about that wayward child, 'cause He heard you call his name. He'll put food in your kitchen when you
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