CJ Luzi - Cereal lyrics

[Hook] Cereal for breakfast, cereal for dinner When you comin' up from nothing, that's the meal of real winners Cereal for breakfast, cereal for dinner When you comin' up from nothing, that's the meal of real winners We gon' drink, we gon' eat We gon' drink, we gon' eat If you don't recognize me, then I'm the man I plan to be We gon' drink, we gon' eat We gon' drink, we gon' eat If you don't recognize me, then I'm the man I plan to be [Verse 1] I Anna Nicole my stanzas, treat the beat with no manners I plan to blow from grammar, then vamanos to the land of Palm trees and cabanas, Lord knows I need it more than most So won'tcha please put your hands up? What I spit is on my sh**, your sh** come from Kinkos The chick I hit is thick, your chick got some cankles My past kicking my a**, got me on the brink though All the hate did was motivate, I gotta thank you Went from the basement to "call my agent", dressed for occasion No Debating, she up late masturbating in the a.m. to my Pandora station I've been grinding on her hymen, bring heat to chicks make 'em Rick Ross grunt Fairly common that we dine-in, she eat my dick call it Chris Bosh lunch Pause, but we ain't got no problems I got condoms if you wanna cut then call me Chad Johnson Make her squirt up like a Dolphin She think my rhymin' so awesome When she get naked, I start doin' the Carlton [Hook] [Verse 2] You think I'm cool yo? Even though I'm new yo? Watch what I'm about to do though, oh I get it,you always knew though Die slow or give me kudos I'm with two hoes Eating prosciutto while they both sipping on Nuvo Once the bottle done they both gon' give me noodle They calling me Papi Chulo, can't re-call their names but neither one is Juno I like the waist Pluto, and them tits sumo What's more important, women or chips? well sh**, I mean, you know You'll remember the name, the one I came upon You dicks get blurred out the frame just like Asian p**n I churned cream from my dreams, the ones I prayed upon You got no response let's face it man, you no LeBron You made me conduct an orchestra for my supper They crowned him when she was crowning, this was way before the come up You mighty comfy in your slumber, it's gon' be a nightmare When we do numbers, yeah you stupid motherf**er, yeah! [Hook]