thoughts won't stop spinning round They dance and dance and dance Look at that bone-yard over there You can see it out the window from the kitchen chair
them hoes fallin like a hundred million dominoes. but i don't eat pizza, i eat pussy when he wouldn't... holla at ya guala, yeah bitch itz me, kickin muthafuggas out the kitchen
And let me give you that beep beep Runnin' her hands through my 'fro Bouncin' on 24's While they say on the radio This is the remix to ignition Hot and fresh out the kitchen
with the Bobby nigga, son, you're killin' me No bullshittin', that's who that nigga be hittin' Let's post in the kitchen when he come, start spittin' Climb through the window
, got my glock caulked wit my yay in my hand Understand, I'm bigger than fourth indo man That rappin' nigga also known as Mr. Window Man 'Cause when
cast you to one side And if you gave it all Would I throw it all away Like the leaves in autumn winds From the window in the kitchen To the fireside
me grow Rent collectors at my door You got your religion I got my addictions We got dirty dishes in the sink Looking from the window Kissing in the kitchen
Nngga said dat shit" Probably sayin', "He ain't a killer", but I'm killin' myself Smoke death, fuck bitches raw on the kitchen floor So think what I
' the plots, and we connectin' the plots (W.C.) Move back homie as I pump my Chevy up Mash and hit the gas Fly my bandana up outta the window And left
thru Dying to serve you Ready to place your order or do you need a menu Verse 1 Culinary Art School dying to serve you In the kitchen cookin but this
I write shit when I'm in the zone And I'm sick of blow jobs, bitch, leave me alone And tell Dr. Dre to pick up a phone Before I climb through his window
wit' to my paper so I start my day off right They call me Cocaine Gotti, and it's money over bitches Mr. Everything White, he be always in the kitchen
Are You Ready? Its Gucci And Dready Spaghetti Junction Drop Top Ferrari Call It The Headless Horseman Water Whippin In The Kitchen My Wife is bitchin'
cause we gone come through and we got hard rock, yep, always lookin hooked up with tha Clay always cookin, on late night cookin ki's in the kitchen, give
a nap Promise you got something, Lord, that I honor you Blow your lil' head off while you're tying your shoe But back in the kitchen Pyrex's Occupied
a bird anyway? he be taking his packages? he a snitch too [ghostface] In pam's house there was money missing She was too dumb, had her nose numb, sniffin blow in the kitchen
where I left off? I'm feelin' kinda lovely but my Tummy is growlin' so I'm feeling kinda hungry So I hit the kitchen and I'm wishin' there's some
there broke, i used to have a dream before i had a dream, best believe i had them fiends that he ... trying to get it any mean homie ... in the kitchen