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