In the Kitchen
D.M.G., D.M.G., Cook
It's a D.M.G. production
You, man, killer Mike, ah, man
West side, east side, ah, man
We stoopid, bro. Swagged up
You stoopid
We standin' in the kitchen, postin' in the store
Six-O cookin', worked with you like gold
You, man killer Mike, man that dough, we gettin' it sold
We workin' in the trap, and everything gotta go
We standin' in the kitchen, postin' in the store
Six-O cookin', worked with you like gold
You, man killer Mike, man that dough, we gettin' it sold
We workin' in the trap, and everything gotta go
Trap, trap, trap, all I do is trap
Rap, rap, rap, yeah, my bricks is in the rap
I put an eight in it, just to make them stacks
And I bust a check it down, and I make them stacks
I put my Hummer on them eights, and I bought it off that crack
Now I'm Poochie and that Prada with my Maury's on the rack
And them Six-O's cookin' in the water, bring them racks
I'm Young Juice, man, I'm a walkin' fuckin' sack
With a bracelet so big, you can use it as a bag
I'm Young Juice, man, and you know I got that sack
I'm a walkin' talkin' sack, with my bracelet so big
You can use it as a bag
We standin' in the kitchen, postin' in the store
Six-O cookin', worked with you like gold
You, man killer Mike, man that dough, we gettin' it sold
We workin' in the trap, and everything gotta go
We standin' in the kitchen, postin' in the store
Six-O cookin', worked with you like gold
You, man killer Mike, man that dough, we gettin' it sold
We workin' in the trap, and everything gotta go
My amigo, my amigo, brought a man in a van
White bricks, white bricks, and they all came back tanned
I'm talkin' six, all six, pots cookin', cookin'
Hardest rocks, hardest rocks, now I'm jiggin'
Thirty per, thirty per, twenty-five
If you got thirty-two, two, I have them made to drive
Don't wait, and bring it back
You sellin' weed, I'm buckin' crack
Let's swap it out, I need seven pounds
I get a rig, right to your town
Ohio, D.A., the East Coast
I'm talkin' all state
We standin' in the kitchen, postin' in the store
Six-O cookin', worked with you like gold
You, man killer Mike, man that dough, we gettin' it sold
We workin' in the trap, and everything gotta go
We standin' in the kitchen, postin' in the store
Six-O cookin', worked with you like gold
You, man killer Mike, man that dough, we gettin' it sold
We workin' in the trap, and everything gotta go
Turn the water, turn the water, yeah, you gotta splash the water
Air beater and a four, got me mean a major quarter
Red and black, D.U.B., Hell Day charger
Bright race gold, with my left wrist retarded
Certified crazy, my right wrist obnoxious
Left wrist green, diamonds got me lookin' toxic
It's enough to make a bitch cough
A lot of cig, a lot of guac, that's what I get
We standin' in the kitchen, postin' in the store
Six-O cookin', worked with you like gold
You, man killer Mike, man that dough, we gettin' it sold
We workin' in the trap, and everything gotta go
We standin' in the kitchen, postin' in the store
Six-O cookin', worked with you like gold
You, man killer Mike, man that dough, we gettin' it sold
We workin' in the trap, and everything gotta go
It's a D.M.G. production
You, man, killer Mike, ah, man
West side, east side, ah, man
We stoopid, bro. Swagged up
You stoopid
We standin' in the kitchen, postin' in the store
Six-O cookin', worked with you like gold
You, man killer Mike, man that dough, we gettin' it sold
We workin' in the trap, and everything gotta go
We standin' in the kitchen, postin' in the store
Six-O cookin', worked with you like gold
You, man killer Mike, man that dough, we gettin' it sold
We workin' in the trap, and everything gotta go
Trap, trap, trap, all I do is trap
Rap, rap, rap, yeah, my bricks is in the rap
I put an eight in it, just to make them stacks
And I bust a check it down, and I make them stacks
I put my Hummer on them eights, and I bought it off that crack
Now I'm Poochie and that Prada with my Maury's on the rack
And them Six-O's cookin' in the water, bring them racks
I'm Young Juice, man, I'm a walkin' fuckin' sack
With a bracelet so big, you can use it as a bag
I'm Young Juice, man, and you know I got that sack
I'm a walkin' talkin' sack, with my bracelet so big
You can use it as a bag
We standin' in the kitchen, postin' in the store
Six-O cookin', worked with you like gold
You, man killer Mike, man that dough, we gettin' it sold
We workin' in the trap, and everything gotta go
We standin' in the kitchen, postin' in the store
Six-O cookin', worked with you like gold
You, man killer Mike, man that dough, we gettin' it sold
We workin' in the trap, and everything gotta go
My amigo, my amigo, brought a man in a van
White bricks, white bricks, and they all came back tanned
I'm talkin' six, all six, pots cookin', cookin'
Hardest rocks, hardest rocks, now I'm jiggin'
Thirty per, thirty per, twenty-five
If you got thirty-two, two, I have them made to drive
Don't wait, and bring it back
You sellin' weed, I'm buckin' crack
Let's swap it out, I need seven pounds
I get a rig, right to your town
Ohio, D.A., the East Coast
I'm talkin' all state
We standin' in the kitchen, postin' in the store
Six-O cookin', worked with you like gold
You, man killer Mike, man that dough, we gettin' it sold
We workin' in the trap, and everything gotta go
We standin' in the kitchen, postin' in the store
Six-O cookin', worked with you like gold
You, man killer Mike, man that dough, we gettin' it sold
We workin' in the trap, and everything gotta go
Turn the water, turn the water, yeah, you gotta splash the water
Air beater and a four, got me mean a major quarter
Red and black, D.U.B., Hell Day charger
Bright race gold, with my left wrist retarded
Certified crazy, my right wrist obnoxious
Left wrist green, diamonds got me lookin' toxic
It's enough to make a bitch cough
A lot of cig, a lot of guac, that's what I get
We standin' in the kitchen, postin' in the store
Six-O cookin', worked with you like gold
You, man killer Mike, man that dough, we gettin' it sold
We workin' in the trap, and everything gotta go
We standin' in the kitchen, postin' in the store
Six-O cookin', worked with you like gold
You, man killer Mike, man that dough, we gettin' it sold
We workin' in the trap, and everything gotta go
Credits
Writer(s): 0, Michael Santigo Render
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