Stove Top

What you want bars bout fast cars Broads with no bra Sprawled out on a shag rug That match with the sofa I'm just doing my thing You're just a ping on my sonar I'm blowing cannabis rings Enjoying rays from the solar Pretty things on the beach front Waving like hola Lemon slices on glass rims Just rum and some cola Clams over crushed ice That's how I feel 'bout you cobras Ex 'em out like past relationships when it's all over Uh, heart bearing ice caps like the polars Hate to see a nigga smile still they all in my molars Aight just take it light like he top of patrol cars Circle blocks in a pick up shooter gripping the roll bar Kill 'em them with the style Your fashion choices are faux pas Should kidnap your stylist and crack they face with a crowbar What is it Gucci, Givenchy, Guisseppe or Goyard You in the best dressed clown category with gold stars Metaphoric allegory, just a story I told y'all My main chicks a meal my side piece is the coleslaw Give a fuck what they told y'all Ain't do a damn thing for me what the fuck would I owe y'all Something out my recipe book See my arms waving over the stove Watch me cook It's more than just rap A little bit of this A little bit of that Something out my recipe book See my arms waving over the stove Watch me cook It's more than just rap A little bit of this A little bit of that More green and less beef Less stress and more sleep Everybody bring something To the table we all eat That's how the team move for the meal High grade in raw papers Call that veggies on the grill I suggest you suckers chill That hypertension and heart disease Can get nigga killed Had to fall back from a few Who couldn't choose keep it real I keep it right cause those the type You gotta greet with the steel Bad ora's ain't good for your health neither The ones that ain't living they don't want you to live either Imagine me chasing paper taking a long breather In court cause I knocked up one of these fraud divas I put the bullshit on the shelf Told shorty fuck all the fighting I can do bad by myself Hold up here go Sinnnsane switching up the lane It wouldn't tase right without throwing salt in the game Something out my recipe book See my arms waving over the stove Watch me cook It's more than just rap A little bit of this A little bit of that Something out my recipe book See my arms waving over the stove Watch me cook It's more than just rap A little bit of this A little bit of that I Stand out like white wall tires with gold spokes Never asked for handouts Hand to mouth like rolled oats Dreams of duffel bag cash couple stacks For mamas tote A Big crib for little sis and my poppa a boat Family over everything I gotta keep it a float Harm any one of those an inf beam at your throat In broad day Make your shoes match with your coat You think I'm playing I'm just saying what you should already know Oh, now back to this gumbo Spicy talk Have your spirit out your body Like that Mumbo jumbo huh Pay attention I ain't done tho Different reasons for the seasoning Depending where you from yo Something out my recipe book See my arms waving over the stove Watch me cook It's more than just rap A little bit of this A little bit of that Something out my recipe book See my arms waving over the stove Watch me cook It's more than just rap A little bit of this A little bit of that