Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ital-You-Can-Eat, artist - Curly CastroDate of issue: 13.12.2018
Song language: English
Ital-You-Can-Eat |
| Step into the ital spot act cocky |
| Stomach on growl like face from Hank Shocklee |
| Came here on the humble sign, neon-green open |
| Finally made my mind up on the last thing smoking |
| Now I’m feeling irie, my turn at the counter |
| Dread look me up and down could suck his teeth louder |
| Get over my spectacles, menu on my browser |
| Him like «wha yuh wan, we close anotha hour?» |
| Now I’m on the clock, attitude free of charge |
| I ask another question, I’m met with a «oh Lawd! |
| You should be on yuh order instead yuh wanna talk |
| Fine, how ya motha, how ya fatha, how ya dog?» |
| I’m like, «son I may be Yankee still I spit rum |
| Pow Bajan, second-coming Buju Banton» |
| All the wickedness and bickering, the clock still ticking |
| And I’m done with this fucking, gimme the jerk chicken |
| Fuck chicken, get money (when I) |
| Fuck kitchens, get money (when I) |
| Fuck chicken, get money (when I) |
| Fuck kitchens, get money (when I) |
| Ox tail slow simmer, sensimilla |
| Thick it’s like we hit the dimmer |
| Kiss me neck, me nah serve that fi dinner |
| Nuff respect but me nah have that fi lunch |
| Soup with pumpkin, dasheen, scallion bunch |
| Me not deal with Babylon rush rush |
| Burn a corn husk, garlic mash up |
| Scotch bonnet so strong, eye water when it cut |
| Overproof in a cup, pork roast ‘pon ya pit hog gon' split |
| Busha, what you know about this rose fish |
| Porgy cornbread, cold bammy, snapper escovitch? |
| Strictly what I deal with, festival langoustine so fresh it’s seasick |
| Poor but we eat rich |
| Poor but we eat rich |
| Fuck chicken, get money (when I) |
| Fuck kitchens, get money (when I) |
| Fuck chicken, get money (when I) |
| Fuck kitchens, get money (when I) |