Buckwheat Groats - Dinner Table Game lyrics

[Skit] Girl 1: So what's for dessert, boys? Lil' Dinky: Here's a dollar, go chase down the Mr. Softee truck Girl 2: But we love you! Penis Bailey The Bailey: You don't love us, you just love the way we get so Groatnasty Lil' Dinky: Grooooooaaaaats! [Intro] [Penis Bailey] Yeah, we go by the name of the Buckwheat Groats I'm ‘bout to show yall how I gets down when I'm cookin dinner [Lil' Dinky] On the menu tonight: Chicken breast! Rice pilaf! And a vegetable of his choosing [Verse 1: Penis Bailey] First things first I get out my pans I dust them sh**s off, I'm washin' my hands I'm ‘bout to cook the illest dinner in a minute yo Empty stomach ‘bout to put some food up in it yo I got the rice, I got the chicken Got a rack of spice, now the clock is tickin' Plus I'm servin' up some motherf**in' broccoli I'm cookin' dinner dawg, ain't nobody stoppin' me I take the baster, cuz I made a baste That I made with basil, and tomato paste How this glaze'll taste? Yeah I like that I blaze the flames and then I *stir it stir it* like that Now it's rice next, I'm on that pilaf tip I got that pyrex, that real dealer sh** I set the pot to boil, throw some spice at it They say a party ain't a party till my rice at it| Now I'm peepin' at soups, you know I'm ‘bout to freak with them soups Believe that I'm speakin' the truth... And then I settle on the minestrone Pop it in the microwave...three minutes homes [Hook] Stir the rice a little to the left like yeah Shake the breasts a little to the left like yeah We turn the fan on so the kitchen doesn't stink We cut the chicken open check the middle isn't pink (2x) [Verse 2: Penis Bailey] Now the oil is drizzlin', the spices are fizzlin' The water is bubblin', the chicken is sizzlin' I'm makin' the broccoli, I'm makin' it properly Taste make b**hes wanna be, all naked on top of me All day b**hes jockin' me, they say this is possibly The greatest of broccoli, “now baby stick your co*k in me” I'm leavin' them chefs dead, receivin' the best head Precedin' every meal with some oil and fresh bread And my cookin's very thorough Brooklyn, Staten, Bronx, Queens, Manhattan I'll fatten up every borough If you think it's undercooked you wilin' fella Buckwheat Groats don't get down with no salmonella And now the soup is ready, sure hope that the soup is heady Heavy steam got me super sweaty Plenty stirrin', spoon is steady But I stay fresh like I'm fruits and veggies [Hook] [Verse 3: Penis Bailey] Now It's time to dine, I find a wine from the finest vine Just happened that way, I'm not tryna rhyme Vagina's mine when they taste this dinner Eat it all cuz it should be a crime to waste this dinner (Lil' Dinky: GROATS!!!!!!!!!!) I made the decision first I'm tastin' this chicken I made the incision, I'm cuttin' with some crazy precision Now I made the division, and popped that little piece up in my boca Taste so delicious, got them chicas goin' loca The mamis taste mi arroz, and they say “bueno” My broccoli steals the show, call it Jay Leno Am I gay? N-O, but I f** with Uncle Ben's Eat so much chicken, it amounts to like a couple hens Now I finish up the supper, stuff the rest up in some tupperware Cuz I'm a frugal motherf**er Now I'm scrubbin' off the pans ‘n sh** Dinner table game, I'm ‘bout to win the championship [Hook] [Outro: Lil' Dinky] Yeah, Buckwheat Groats, 2010, you feel dat? We see y'all motherf**ers, witcha takeout food, witcha Chinese Delivery We ain't even be rollin' like that This that Gourmet sh** You step up to our dinner table, you leavin' real full I'm talkin' stretch marks motherf**er Buckwheat Groats....STEP THE fu*k BACK! Lil' Dinky, Penis Bailey..... We are the Groats