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[Intro: Rapper Big Pooh] So I woke up, I went downstairs to the kitchen Pulled out a thing of milk, some of that lactose free shit Pulled out on them big ass bowls from the cabinet Got me one of them big ass spoons, and uh... This is kettle pop rock, we eat it with the big spoon Tupperware bowl, stuck a fork in your tune Let it marinate, don't give it to 'em to soon Wash my entrées down with a blue moon This ain't a high school after class flow Even if I make it look easy that's me though Yeah I need dough, think I can't bake You ain't never seen how a nigga make cake This is food for thought, get a plate When you're seated at my table never say you ain't ate Or at least been served, I don't do hors devours Buffet style, I don't take orders So get enough, get full, take it to the crib Share something with your peoples or a little kid When it's gone just remember how a rapper did Gotta eat like this to live, come on [Hook: Rapper Big Pooh] Deep fried down low sweet production pie Peas in the iPod, side of RJ rice Mashed Madlib, smoke some of that killa Good food, good brews, that's how a nigga feeling Deep fried down low sweet production pie Peas in the iPod, side of RJ rice Mashed Madlib, smoke some of that killa Good food, good brews, that's how a nigga feeling [Verse 2: Rapper Big Pooh] This is crack pot gumbo, in it for the fun yo I've got love for it even when my funds low Drive slow approach a verse with caution Bars lined up and they ready for marching King of the hill, liquor no pills In vogue at the moment, this is something they could feel Something they could steal, sleeping on the pill White tees, black chucks, that's me on the real Ready, set, action, plenty traction Never seen me sweat, now you know satisfaction I hear 'em asking, what's my next move That's anything I choose, volume one, volume two Fat boy fresh nigga live from the shop Chop two peas make it harder to stop Only got one goal, make it harder to drop That's a message to the old hands in the new crop [Hook: Rapper Big Pooh] Deep fried down low sweet production pie Peas in the iPod, side of RJ rice Mashed Madlib, smoke some of that killa Good food, good brews, that's how a nigga feeling Deep fried down low sweet production pie Peas in the iPod, side of RJ rice Mashed Madlib, smoke some of that killa Good food, good brews, that's how a nigga feeling
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