Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chittlins & Pepsi, artist - Madlib. Date of issue: 02.04.2007
Song language: English
Chittlins & Pepsi |
| Shit… |
| But I ain’t fucking with them chitlins |
| The most I’m a do is chicken, bad food’ll have your breath kicking |
| Try a diet like Russell Simmons |
| Dating vegetarian vegan women drinking water with lemons |
| Low sodium salt, no pork on your fork |
| After meals she take a long walk |
| And stay away from the ballpark franks, you pulling all that rank |
| At Whole Foods putting fuel in your tank |
| That’s more muscle for the machine |
| Brussel sprouts, broccoli and string beans |
| You get your choice of three greens plus a starch to go with it |
| Committed to the gym keeping your waistline trim |
| That put a grin all over my face, when you walk in the place |
| We had ketchup on Sunset, tomato paste |
| Chicago Summertime at the taste, no time to waste |
| We don’t waste food on our plate, let the haters hate |
| Twelve-ounce steak, asparagus tips delicious, got me licking my lips |
| On some LL Cool J shit |
| No rib-tips, we take tips from the best chefs like Raekwon |
| Now pass the Grey Poupon, no MSG, no butter on my popcorn |
| This ain’t a pop song, tell 'em |
| I’m always meeting them Whole Food headwrap chicks |
| For real, real talk |
| I mean, I don’t really care |
| Ay, ay, I don’t even go over to Skeeters house unless I’m hungry, |
| stomach growling |