Mr. Gaines
Yea
Ain't nobody listening
Ain't nobody really listening
It's like yo
The black Bourdain
Yea I'm cooking
My chop skills stay clean
A chef with a theme
My pots don't blow steam
In kitchen over the grill with a lean yea I mean
The vocal the extra added spice careful with the knife
Mama taught me to be nice
But I can serve you a slice
Take the advice or pay the price you roll the dice
Gamble with your vice on the block holding ice
Yea I'm cold
Can't refrigerate the flow so
Let it cool your temp yo
Before your head blow
Let it sweat, marinate on the low I cook slow
Let the flavor flow, then the taste buds grow
Watch the show
They analyze, critic & fantasize
The smell amplifies anticipation magnifies
Can't decipher from the wings & thighs
Lemon pepper in their eyes
Expressions of surprise like
The black Bourdain
Yea I'm cooking
My chop skills stay clean
The black Bourdain
Yea I'm cooking
My chop skills stay clean
The black Bourdain
Yea I'm cooking
My chop skills stay clean
The black Bourdain
Yea I'm cooking
My chop skills stay clean
Fish in the smoker
Baguettes in the toaster
That's drip over her shoulder
Her fingers even colder
Baccarat over a coaster
No left overs, just hang over
New York strip royally crowned
King & queen bound
We smelling sounds
My recipes stay underground
Moving pounds
That's enough to get around
In the sea with the moss
Keep vegan in the sauce
Some stay socially lost
The last course covered in frost
Taste buds crossed they can't defrost
Numb to every feeling
Now it's fruits that I'm peeling
The layers revealing
Digesting anything ain't healing
Lack of nutrients
Keep it organic ingredients
Something to frequent
We baking good good treatments
My food networks
Adding to my net worth
Mr Gaines in the pit
Sunny Anderson with the dish
Like yo
Yo
Like we really cooking in the kitchen son
We really cooking
The black Bourdain
Yea I'm cooking
My chop skills stay clean
The black Bourdain
Yea I'm cooking
My chop skills stay clean
The black Bourdain
Yea I'm cooking
My chop skills stay clean
The Black Bourdain
Yea I'm cooking
My chop skills stay clean
Ain't nobody listening
Ain't nobody really listening
It's like yo
The black Bourdain
Yea I'm cooking
My chop skills stay clean
A chef with a theme
My pots don't blow steam
In kitchen over the grill with a lean yea I mean
The vocal the extra added spice careful with the knife
Mama taught me to be nice
But I can serve you a slice
Take the advice or pay the price you roll the dice
Gamble with your vice on the block holding ice
Yea I'm cold
Can't refrigerate the flow so
Let it cool your temp yo
Before your head blow
Let it sweat, marinate on the low I cook slow
Let the flavor flow, then the taste buds grow
Watch the show
They analyze, critic & fantasize
The smell amplifies anticipation magnifies
Can't decipher from the wings & thighs
Lemon pepper in their eyes
Expressions of surprise like
The black Bourdain
Yea I'm cooking
My chop skills stay clean
The black Bourdain
Yea I'm cooking
My chop skills stay clean
The black Bourdain
Yea I'm cooking
My chop skills stay clean
The black Bourdain
Yea I'm cooking
My chop skills stay clean
Fish in the smoker
Baguettes in the toaster
That's drip over her shoulder
Her fingers even colder
Baccarat over a coaster
No left overs, just hang over
New York strip royally crowned
King & queen bound
We smelling sounds
My recipes stay underground
Moving pounds
That's enough to get around
In the sea with the moss
Keep vegan in the sauce
Some stay socially lost
The last course covered in frost
Taste buds crossed they can't defrost
Numb to every feeling
Now it's fruits that I'm peeling
The layers revealing
Digesting anything ain't healing
Lack of nutrients
Keep it organic ingredients
Something to frequent
We baking good good treatments
My food networks
Adding to my net worth
Mr Gaines in the pit
Sunny Anderson with the dish
Like yo
Yo
Like we really cooking in the kitchen son
We really cooking
The black Bourdain
Yea I'm cooking
My chop skills stay clean
The black Bourdain
Yea I'm cooking
My chop skills stay clean
The black Bourdain
Yea I'm cooking
My chop skills stay clean
The Black Bourdain
Yea I'm cooking
My chop skills stay clean
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Writer(s): Dwight Giles
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