Backyard BBQ

[Sample] Oh, I was just lighting the grill Just waiting for you guys to come over Have a little BBQ, a little beer You know I love you guys [Verse 1: Abstract Rude] I'm still hungry and I just ate I'll leave nothing on my plate 'Cept good helpings to stuff my face With fresh home cooking, it's what Ken makes Not yet wealthy, but right on pace We're nearly thirty, so time can't waste That's why we're waking up early [?] first blaze [?] little mermaid She wanna be my girly, can't have it her way 'Cause she's way too worldly, and I'm very carefree (Hey, Kenny. I hеard you're havin' a BBQ.) I tear it up, I'm good [?] for asparagus The dеrelicts [?] of my narrative comparative to none Me and mic when teaming up, a better pair than hand and gun Bag the peanuts for the ninth-ending American Past time, these Ab rhymes will carve you out a labyrinth Mastery of the esophagus area and larynx I'm still hungry [Verse 2: Aceyalone] Yeah Kenny's have a cook out at Ab's house Now I'm about to get dressed, then I'ma [?] out The type of day in LA where [?] And puff on the good green weed But that's nothing to brag about There's salmon on the grill, gamblin' in the rear And handin' me the spatula is like handin' me the steel I plan to bring the kill when I plan to keep it real Down to Earth like a mothership when it's landing on the hill It's good to be around my folks eatin' food, tellin' jokes Cool chicks lookin' dope, plus we cookin' up some hope Because the studio was open for production Man, I rap every day even at family functions Hell yeah, it's like every day is a holiday Celebrate the love and hate So hook me up a combo plate And if you want to know if I'm comin through No, I don't mind if I do at the barbeque [Abstract Rude and Nocando] I'm still hungry I'm still hungry [Verse 3: Nocando] Dammit I hate the 10, great I'm late again My girl is drivin' safe as sin And I'm prayin' for fate to save my skin I'm wonderin' what everybody ate at Ken's [?] Ab, Aes, and them playing poker, let the games begin I arrive 5:59, Yoda greets me I take my beer over easy, I'm in close [?] Red stripe, Corona drinkin', it's all going breezy Until I told them I got caught in traffic now they don't believe me Salmon, salad, corn, and salsa, filter water, soda vodka, charred chicken Corn on the cob, and some [?] pasta Ken can cook, but his lady Kim can, too But this was damn good, I didn't have to bring my canned foods I'll just pig out like a young man should Chill on the patio made of sun tan wood Like you'll see me here as long as they're free beers And next time I'll bring three peers, later geezers [Verse 4: Busdriver] Can you laminate my salmon steak? Due to my tenacious digestive fluids I need a picture of sauce [?] [?] miniature golf tournament It gets easily offended druids I'm usually a really big eater But I'm fresh off my hunger strike for refusing label demands Even threatened to kill myself with a butter knife (I'm a picky eater) Producers invite me to come get a plate full But the cooking is so poor, I need to get my stomach stapled I am still hungry... [Abstract Rude] Ken, pick up the phone I'm still hungry Ken, pick up your phone! Damn [Dr. Oop] Ay, this the last call for these little [?] This the last call for these little steaks Y'all want these, come get these We got some turkey burgers to the left And some turkey dogs I'm tryin' tell y'all, it's goin' good