Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Kitchen , by - Jim Jones. Release date: 02.06.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Kitchen |
| Jones! |
| Falling, pressure to the paranoia |
| Making rounds to DC, they thought I was in Hoia |
| Making quick trips for that quick flip |
| Remember Creep caught a leak for like 6 bricks |
| Using drug money, bought some pretty sick whips |
| And of course my pasinger a pretty sick bitch |
| Any car that you could possibly imagine |
| Almost any braud that you could possibly fathom |
| The rings and things you sing about, I done had m |
| A nigga be so high, I put the rings around Satern |
| Since ice burg shirts with Mickey Mouse on the patern |
| I remember Skootchy brought in the waggen |
| I been poppin Crystalls, and Puffy did the Benjamens |
| Even beefin with Rock and I got some cinnamon |
| Me and Cam wore Lenix in the big body 6 |
| Getting drunk, so I miss it till 6 |
| The feds got photos, yep, that’s a bloody flick |
| Preachers all around me, my phone’s got bugs and shit |
| Might look like a 40, but that’s a 45th |
| Used to move bricks with Brozzy, on the corner of 45th |
| This life takes it’s toll, let all these people know |
| But I ain’t never goin change, no |
| These streets a part of me, these streets a part of me |
| Never goin change |
| I could flood the streets, so much Coke in the city |
| Fuck the streets up, like the pope in the city |
| But the way this shit is movin, man, this shit’s confusing |
| At 40 bucks a gram, man, everybody lose it |
| Is you a drug user, or a drug pusher |
| You got your pumpers, then you got your cookers |
| Then you got your lookers, then you got your tennents |
| Pumpin crack out of buildings that ain’t got no atendents |
| In 98, when the Yankies ain’t got no 1 dependent |
| The price was good, and the Coke was more authentic |
| But not old enough for me and my war stories |
| While I sold Crack, I sent my shorty to the store for me |
| I used to pray, and ask the lord what’s in store for me |
| In the same breth, and the dealer was on the floor for me |
| I’m at the Moz T, with the E, man |
| I pray a lot, cause my soul filled with them diamonds |
| Cause I’ve been haunted by this previous life |
| I feel like at any time, they could read my rights |
| No Crack, no feet on my dice |
| You know, that desk go bad, if you don’t keep it on ice |
| You can catch me on the weekend flight |
| For the past 20 years, I ain’t been sleeping at night |
| I been getting money, getting bitches, nigga |
| If you want it, we can do it, what’s the issue, nigga |
| This life takes it’s toll, let all these people know |
| But I ain’t never goin change, no |
| These streets a part of me, these streets a part of me |
| Never goin change |