Ay,ay we finally here n*gga, you know what I’m sayin Live from the kitchen I wanna introduce ya’ll to my band One them name mr. pirex, mr. pot, mr. baking soda, Know wha I mean, ha It go live from the kitchen Li-li-live from the kitchen, its me an my bands Live from the kitchen, its me an my bands Baking soda, test tube, pot, and the pan Live from the kitchen, well over do Ten mixtapes state I got a porsche sedan coupe, Yeah that b*tch got four doors, I got four hoes on my screwed up click sh*t Got me tippin on four fours Yeah them knocks ran in my spot Them b*tches kicked down both doors Confiscated both my choppers an took pitures of both stoves Gang tags been on my a**, yeah they raided both my shows Say I’m wearin too much white, I told em I represent dat blow From the kitchen, li-li-live from the kitchen It just me an my bands, sh*t get for real n*ggas start playin, I dont need a hundred n*ggas It just me an my man bap Two deep in that rega, red beam on that eagle You can die about it, but you fight bout it Niga ye ain’t goin witt me neither Live from the kitchen it just a statement Got that kush sh*t by the bells An b*tch I’m live from the basement Got that purp in I can taste it Say I’m wearin too much white, I told em I represent dat blow From the kitchen, li-li-live from the kitchen It just me an my bands, sh*t get for real n*ggas start playin, I dont need a hundred n*ggas It just me an my man bap Two deep in that rega, red beam on that eagle You can die about it, but you fight bout it Niga ye ain’t goin witt me neither Live from the kitchen it just a statement Got that kush sh*t by the bells An b*tch I’m live from the basement Got that purp in I can taste it