802 Mafia - Cookin' on College Street lyrics

[Chorus] Gold chain sipping purple Call that laker colors I could pipe it up But I am no plumber Walk into school two straps on my backpack Tummy full, 'cause you know, I ate them flapjacks Shout out to my boy Mike McRaith Easy going, really cool Grading system, he's got faith [Verse 1] First things first, gotta step into precalculus Don't be snoozing on me, put me on your top five list Forget my Timex at home call that really timeless Working FIF sitting at the front desk Rhymes so nasty you can call them grotesque Omeed Fallahi, sipping coffee No, I'm not Indian, don't call me Gandhi You know 9/11 was an inside job Pull up at the farmers market cruising in my Saab Get that GMO-free corn on the cob [Chorus] Gold chain sipping purple Call that laker colors I could pipe it up But I am no plumber Walk into school two straps on my backpack Tummy full, you know why, cause I ate them flapjacks Shout out to my boy Mike McRaith Easy going, really cool Grading system, he's got faith [Verse 2] Trapping in the studio with Omeed Shelter, water, food is all I need Nick Gambill Rap animal Montpelier is a small capital This rap group is multi-national My rhymes bring pure bliss And you know I pa** on that Cannabis [Interlude] "yo yo yo, what up, it's your boy Nelly, Cookin' on College Street, 802" [Verse 3] My god, when the reminisce Cash in my wallet, real, not counterfeit Eaten that salsa with a tortilla chip (Yeaaaah) At Applebees 802 winters make me freeze I'm the bee's knees I'm the G.O.A.T so I only eat goat cheese Yeah, Nick speaks with a monotone But he has your girl's number in his iPhone My chain got diamonds from Sierra Leone I'm that young OG OD'd on a cookie Rapping on this track with Omeed Fallahi