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to the kitchen where the stove be 

You get the baking soda I got yo D 

Get the triple beam and measure out yo dope 

Mix one gram of soda every seven grams
philosophical like the greek man plato (who? )
The greek man plato (who? ) the greek man plato
But I'm the a.k.ato flow, bro
As you all will know, I do a show
(who?) The Greek man Plato
But I'm the A.K.Ato flow, bro
As you all well know, I do a show
Pick up the dough and ho, break to the limo
Money in the pocket,
Breakin' down a quarter ki', procedin' to make that mail,
Master p got the mix on the yay
Whippin 'em with the can't explain game , cause rain
So fuck what
always lay with who they want to lay with 

Well it's the be	-L-A-see-K to the S-P double O-K 

It don't matter what another man say 

I'm gone still
to the kitchen where the stove be 

You get the baking soda I got yo D 

Get the triple beam and measure out yo dope 

Mix one gram of soda every seven grams
Represent that Long Beach, Represent that D.P.G.
Represent that Long Beach, Represent that P.A.C.

[Jayo Felony]
I had so much beef I should've fucked in
to the kitchen where the stove be 

You get the baking soda I got yo D 

Get the triple beam and measure out yo dope 

Mix one gram of soda every seven grams
to the kitchen where the stove be 

You get the baking soda I got yo D 

Get the triple beam and measure out yo dope 

Mix one gram of soda every seven grams
Ayo Earv,
Fuck is wrong with these niggas man?
Talkin' 'bout I ain't a fuckin' MC,
I've been at this shit for seven years nigga,
Eight times
shot trying to plot
Blew the dice hit them twice hit a seven
Now Snoop watch me trip when I back your eleven
Mix for licks to double my chips 
Some
[master p]
Yo, what's up nigga, this the colonel, mp.
But uh, fiend nigga, it's your muthafuckin time to shine.
You gon mix this shit up with bun be
get off, by the ounce
On the G.O., my P.O. is a dickhead twerp
Yeah, he a jerk and love to cock block work
And my next door neighbor, yeah, he got
can drip in the club
You know how niggaz get in the club
Shit you know how I be, all high in V.I.P.
Rolling up to B.I.G. (bay-bay)
Niggaz be all
da gat for Armageddon
Mac-11, know where headin
Selling crack since seven
B.C., L.K., Neatha
From Bushwick to Bed-Stuy
Got my momma on her knees by her
you can give
And raise a family G
But you gotta do your best slangin D-O-P-E
So keep a grip on yourself and stay mellow
And welcome to the ghetto
dem sleeves up
Nigga, what the fuck?
You know about that D.P.G. Bad Boy connection
Connected by Funk Flex we in a Lexus
Or even the Suburban, swerve
tour bus
Y'all hoes follow us
Party pack pills man
Hoes gonna swallow us
Naturally a loner
But love my kid
Mix the soda with the cola
I can buy me
built
I am the Trucker and my ego's large
I'm the K to the I call me sarge

Roll number seven raise south of heaven
See my crew comin' hear them Harley's
quart for sports of all sorts
Nonchalant spark buddah on the front porch
At courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C
S-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy
Then freeze.... (Get
on the front porch
At courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C
S-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy
Then freeze.... (Get on down) hah, ha-hah
Where was I? Oh yes
Sippin
the 7ods on the B-Line

Butterfly got the funk
He got the funk yeah
Sulaiman got the funk
He got the funk yeah

Ay yo here's the man
The true mastermind born
[B.G.]
I'm a young nigga, go by tha name B.G.
Don't stunt, nigga, my K hold fifty
And I will use, in a minute you six feet
I refuse to lose, I
from 'Stix N Stonz'

It's the M I K E, ohh, to the D
I'm comin' exquisite and V.I.P.
Tryin' to spread some love like roots on a tree
Stayin' true to this
Get our grind on in the project hallway
N**** try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play

[B.G