Kitchen Table

[Intro] (La musica de Harry Fraud) We always givin' credit to the pyrex The microwave and the stove What about the kitchen table though? Summertime Butch' [Verse] Yo, the kitchen table where the takeover started That's on two shaky legs Some newspapers gon' help you stable the bottom (Uh-huh) This where a lot of plans was made The kitchen table seen a thousand grams of 'caine Three thanksgivings and a thousand hands of spades One-point-six on that bitch, type of shit we all dream 'bout Coke resi' on it, like the table at Charlie Sheen house My hood, you might walk on your porch and see all the fiends out Rent cheap and the bedroom small, like a Barbie dream house Streets talkin', I'm lit (I'm lit), just me and my dogs No leash, collar, or fence, don't no weak bosses exist (Uh-uh) Dust flyin' 'round when I wrote pieces off of a brick I scraped it up with a hotel key card from the Ritz (Woo) By ten A.M., it's breakfast on the table (Breakfast) But before I see noon, it's extras from work I stretched on the table By three o'clock, it's a check on the table (Check on the table) By four-thirty They doin' homework on it, not knowin' what was just on the table That shaky kitchen table [Outro] Yeah, that shaky kitchen table That shaky kitchen table Yeah, that shaky kitchen table A whole generation of motherfuckers, you know what I mean? Been sellin' dope here since I was like, born Way before I was even born Like twenty-five years deep in the dope game, you feel me? Bro told not to double call I sold a nigga a knit for a dime, the other one there I was at the spot and goddamn I know what the dude and all that was I was about twenty years old Sold a nigga a sack Felt good about this shit I was like boy, boom, boom And it be damn near the same set-up, bruh He has liquor, gave him pistols, shit like that That shaky kitchen table And he sittin' by the dope And I just thought about this shit I was like "Damn, he in the same motherfuckin' position" Yeah