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