เนื้อเพลง Still in The Kitchen - Ice Cube
เนื้อเพลง Still in The Kitchen
The almighty E-A-Ski track
Cook it up
Yeah
Raised a man, bake a man, roll that dough
Smokin' on a Swisha, bloody as a butcher
Cut you in two with mister ginsu
John Wu n*gga from the LA Zoo
Grade A ass, I filet that ass
I make that cash, a birthday bash
I wedding crash, it's the iron chef
The big piece of chicken, that's all that's left
Cake Boss get you full as Rick Ross
All this sugar, don't forget to floss
Get lost if you already ate
Up out the kitchen, n*gga, don't violate
Don't 'cha get shot, 'cha f*ckin' bloodclot
No you're not, up in [?]
Sh*t is hot, baby, if your ass can't take it
Get the f*ck out or get b*tt naked
W-W-West coast dime, you n*ggas don't want it
I'm Still in The Kitchen
Genghis Khan with Chuck Taylors on
There's no competition, I'm still in the kitchen
You n*ggas don't want it
N*gga, she know you rollin' in some dough
I'm still in the kitchen
With all that ambition
Yeah, I'm still in the kitchen
I'm still in the kitchen
Have you ever went over a friend's house to eat and his woman can't cook?
N*gga, I shook
Just my luck, f*ck a potluck
B-B-B*tch better know how to f*ck a duck up
Baby, wake up and hook my steak up
I don't give a f*ck about your make-up
Don't come in here with no Wolfgang Puck
Hockey puck tastin' ass sh*t that s*ck
People know that my herbs and spices give n*ggas the itis with no gingivitis
Bite us
They think they gettin' they Wendy's but they gettin' is sugar diabetes
These Twinkies, got 'em wrapped around my pinkies
Cream fillin' comes out when I kill 'em
The cookie monster is up in the buildin'
Willy Wonka, I treat 'em like my children
My favorite
W-W-West coast dime, you n*ggas don't want it
I'm still in the kitchen
Genghis Khan with Chuck Taylors on
There's no competition, I'm still in the kitchen
You n*ggas don't want it
N*gga, she know you rollin' in some dough
I'm still in the kitchen
With all that ambition
Yeah, I'm still in the kitchen
I'm still in the kitchen
My gumbo is like straight up Columbo
Ya know? That sh*t that they grow out in Humbolt
Ya know? They wanna call me the colonel
That n*gga dead, this sh*t eternal
Ya know? Take a look in my cookbook
Everything I do is a good look
Don't mistake my notepad for the Good Book
The nerve of 'em, turn on my oven
Mother f*cker so full, think I drug 'em
Hand on they stomach, can't stop rubbin'
Fatten ya up and if ya herky jerky
Carve your ass up in that turkey jerkey
Serve you on a platter with side of clam chowder
My hot sauce ain't just hot, it's gunpowder
Aunt Jemima but my f*ckin' syrup
I make a chef take his ass back to Europe
W-W-West coast dime, you n*ggas don't want it
I'm still in the kitchen
Genghis Khan with Chuck Taylors on
There's no competition, I'm still in the kitchen
You n*ggas don't want it
N*gga, she know you rollin' in some dough
I'm still in the kitchen
With all that ambition
Yeah, I'm still in the kitchen
I'm still in the kitchen
Give me half a cup of hustle
A teaspoon of game
And a pinch of bullsh*t