Lyrics:
recipe book
Gwaan inna di kitchen cause yuh hand dem nuh nook
Yuh better cook, tink yuh deya for yuh pretty looks
Yuh waan live ah restaurant
recipe book
Gwaan inna di kitchen cause yuh hand dem nuh nook
Yuh better cook, tink yuh deya for yuh pretty looks
Yuh waan live ah restaurant
recipe book
Gwaan inna di kitchen cause yuh hand dem nuh nook
Yuh better cook, tink yuh deya for yuh pretty looks
Yuh waan live ah restaurant
loves it when I look
I do a lil breakfast never do it by the book
Yeah I'm 'bout to cook it
Ramsay's restaurant was going broke I overtook it
I always use
sipping, get the lean, mix it with the stuff (mix it with it)
First time in the kitchen I was feinding for a cut (feinding for it)
Bitch my water dripping
He might as well be at home
Make sure with the register he's not alone
Here's the kitchen
Where you'll spend most of your time
Make sure to keep it
Chii
Ain't nobody do it like I do
Original taste, way back '92
Talking backstabbers? And I know one or two
Hours in the kitchen and spicing the stew
pressed my nose right up against the glass
You know, I had to be first in line
Gonna get me a flashlight and a broom
Want a pair of pliers for every
of what you ain't
Well packaged to distribute to the masters
Plotted this since first grade classes
Class is elements of a classic
I've got evidence
stall
Selling flowers on the corner of first avenue
Every special day I'd find her bouquets in the sun
On the table in the kitchen or in arms of ones I
the morning
I slip out of bed down the creaky stair
There’s ice on the windows and I feel the heat from
The Raeburn in the kitchen
And it draws me in
And I
First Beat and Chupacabra
Written By Tim Lynch
First Beat-Instrumental
Chupacabra
My spirit got the mange and malnutritioned
Now I'm fat as hell
on the cement floor
And closed the door behind me
I came back into the house through the Dungeon
From another door into the kitchen
And said, "This is not how
haters, it's a manufactured
Home, I don't live in a trailer, it's a difference
Let's talk about my kitchen with the island
It got bar stools around it, with
Give it to your front door like newspaper
Two twenty on the dash, I lose haters
Plug showed up with two trailers
Two flavors, what dude gave ya
I got
LET'S HOPE WE DON'T ENGAGE IN TALK ABOUT FOOD WITH NAMES WE NEVER KNEW
WHEN WE WERE YOUNG AND BOXING CLEVER, THAT WAS YOUR FIRST THOUGHT
AS HE WAS
to please you with quality dishes and liquors
But first of all feelings
Nothing but feelings
Soul Food Cafe restaurant
be the size
Of their project kitchens
I'm a hustler, hand to hand
I turn fourteen grams into fourteen lands
I play Italian restaurants
Pedros in
the restaurant
Our first date was already running from the cops, like
I ride with you, lie for you
My tried and true, love I never knew, uh
It kills me
sweatin thinkin about the rent playin bingo
The landlord said the first of the month, we gotta go
Packed up my bag and met Darryl Strawberry in the mall
of motherfuckers don't wanna fuck with I'ma fuck em out
Niggers don't know let em sit out
Niggers don't know that I set it up
Bill first shoot, duck later like I'm
used to wanna be a chef so I could cook up
I fell in love with the smells that was coming out the kitchen
I wanted restaurants and good eating I had
police have no suspects.
Now to the weather but first G tell 'em what time it is!"
I got a chance to get some money so I'm takin' it
No joke
To come pointin' fingers down at me?
My life is so slow
[First Verse (ESG):]
I live that C-O
The U-N
The T to the R to the Y
The E to the S to the G be
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