Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Recipe, artist - Young Jeezy. Album song Trap Or Die 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.10.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Yj
Song language: English
Recipe |
| Yeah, I got the recipe |
| Nigga tryna eat |
| Tryna eat, nigga |
| I got the recipe, yeah |
| You know, I did that street thing |
| I came in the industry, nigga |
| I ain’t ask them niggas to let me in the door |
| Kicked that mothafucka open, nigga, industry invasion |
| Show you how to sway that rice, I got that recipe |
| Who you think they got it from? |
| I got that recipe |
| Hustlin' 101, I got that recipe |
| The one and only Young, I got that recipe |
| Uh, scale and the key, boil the right ingredients |
| So much paper, nigga, they gon' think you’re readin' it |
| Me and Mike WiLL, we cook up on the spot, boy |
| You gon' need to stir it, no need for a top, boy, uh |
| I’m a hustler, I’ve been hustlin' my whole life |
| Like my Uncle Robbie, yeah he love to shoot dice |
| Nigga ever in doubt, I say the hustler’s prayer |
| And it’s so cold in my heart, it ain’t nothin' there |
| All about the Benjamins, I’m screamin' like white |
| This for my niggas movin' wings like it’s Popeye’s |
| I just want a two door with some tan seats |
| Earring so big, look like a set of Beats |
| Yeah they thought that I was dead, I got nine lives |
| Pussy niggas want me dead, you had nine tries |
| Shit I’m smokin' so loud we call it ambulance |
| So many racks in my pocket, look like some Hammer pants, uh |
| Think it’s sweet and clip be longer than a grapevine |
| Just know these niggas love money but they hate time |
| I’m connected in these streets just like wifi |
| Keep one eye off in these streets just like Fly Ty |
| Show you how to sway that rice, I got that recipe |
| Who you think they got it from? |
| I got that recipe |
| Hustlin' 101, I got that recipe |
| The one and only Young, I got that recipe |
| Uh, scale and the key, boil the right ingredients |
| So much paper, nigga, they gon' think you’re readin' it |
| Me and Mike WiLL, we cook up on the spot, boy |
| You gon' need to stir it, no need for a top, boy, uh |
| If we talkin' 'bout them stamps, you know who be the champ |
| Tryna get that extra money so we sold 'em damp |
| Live the savage life, done made your boy a renegade |
| I’ve been ballin' all my life, I need some Gatorade |
| Bitch I seen my first mil' in the 10th grade |
| Just let me hide these Os, yeah you know the rent paid |
| They say I’m paranoid, I’m trustin' no one |
| That nigga Bobby tried to set me up in '01 |
| Saw the red and blue lights, I had a hard nine |
| Thought I had a heart attack, but hey my heart fine |
| The way I talk that yayo shit, I know you like that |
| And when I talk that yayo shit, ain’t gotta write that |
| Niggas on that monkey shit, I got the F&H |
| Keep it for that monkey shit and I ain’t talkin' Bape |
| Draped up in this Valentino camouflage |
| War ready, I might paint the Bentley camouflage |
| Show you how to sway that rice, I got that recipe |
| Who you think they got it from? |
| I got that recipe |
| Hustlin' 101, I got that recipe |
| The one and only Young, I got that recipe |
| Uh, scale and the key, boil the right ingredients |
| So much paper, nigga, they gon' think you’re readin' it |
| Me and Mike WiLL, we cook up on the spot, boy |
| You gon' need to stir it, no need for a top, boy, uh |
| Yeah, I got it |
| One thing about me, nigga, if I say it it gon' check out, nigga |
| We been out here for decades |
| Shit don’t stop |
| Nigga try to be what I was when I first came in the game, nigga |
| Fuck kinda shit that is, nigga? |
| Hustlin' backwards |
| Hustlin' |
| When I cook that shit up, I got that recipe |
| Chef Boyar-Young |
| I gets it done, nigga |
| Four, get you a nine |
| 18 gets you 36 |
| And bein' a real nigga gets you here |
| Solid… like a rock |
| Or a brick for that matter |
| Yeah |
| Want that recipe? |
| 'Cause I got it |