[Chorus] We cook the birds in the kitchen uhh uhh Yeah this one's for the money We cook birds in the kitchen Uh, this one's for the money We cook the birds in the kitchen Uh, this one's for the money We cook the birds in the kitchen This one's for the money [Verse 1] I stepped out the house about noon On a hot sunny day, the sixteenth of June Backed out my driveway, about to get in traffic Glanced at my pad and thought back when I didn't have sh** So I'm giving thanks to my N-G Big Ikey And I grab my nuts on them fools that don't like me Check my bank stacks, now back to reality See I'm on white and gold Daytons, not Rally's, not k**a cali I'm where the houses be hanging on the cliffs Overlooking the ocean, three wheel motion Coasting down 23rd, smoking herb, kinda perked Off some gin and juice, shook up with some thunderbird Hi, you know the C-O-W-B-O-Y Can't kick it, I hits wicked for a meal ticket I breaks them off like it's a mill, watch college football Cracking helmets running Charles White y'all Know the deal, feel me And if you don't after this, you can k** me I'm on a mission to make the world say "He's the best" I'm on the pound like major best, dropping styles like human best I had my foot in the door for only two years And I'm kicking up more dust than the Zulu tribe with spears So bring up the rear and run'em out the front And when they come out high like the blunt Chorus 2x (C-bo) Cuz I'll be standing in the Palms itiching While my chef cook bout a quarter chicken (E-40) Hoping the federales don't raid Cuz all a hustler wanna do is get paid Verse 2 (C-bo) So if your down if it's dope I swing Silly s**er em bring a Million copies like when Whitney sings You know the deal is that G From realer than real
Popping bomb k**s so they tent at the door And feel uhhhh I gets hot like dry ice They calling me bob barker cuz the price is right 17 5 that's too high Independent how many It's only ten when we bomb Get's my mail on It's a day when they staying away from us getting they tail on Straight g'z burst out the trees cuz I'm trying to get my mail on Trying to move the heck on I'm 95 front on kicks top notch chicks Fools that I never knew are on my tip It's on mobile phone Phat grown Foes and coupes full of juke with phat homes That is why I got to keep my distance Keeping a strap on my lap and I'm busting a cap they closed business It's that six ness And my bones are keeping me in that zone I steady flowing but you ain't knowing Because you trick hoeing Best to come quick fool becuz I kicks it From all hair perms to curls to the afrolistic Chorus (C-bo) Cuz I'll be standing in the Palms itiching While my chef cook bout a quarter chicken (E-40) Hoping the federales don't raid Cuz all a hustler wanna do is get paid Verse 3 (C-bo) I grabbed the duffle bag about to get my mayo M* strapped than the white boys at waco Hopped in the ten tail 8 50 benz on my cellphone chipped Hustling looking out for the pd You know the enemy yelling freeze Trying to take all my g'z I never liked being broke I rather slang yo and make a cash flow Uhh I used to floss on the block with the og'z Now everytime I pay the rent it's foty fo keys The main gang slanger in your neighborhood That always thought the days would never become this good Got the plug ten in the drop I stopped some birds own wings and flying lot It's called survival You got to win to survive Or loose to the pen with an L doing fifty five Chorus