Kitchen Table

(La musica de Harry Fraud) uh-huh

We always givin' credit to the pyrex

The microwave and the stove

What about the kitchen table though? (Summertime Butch)

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 (we all dream 'bout that)

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 dawgs

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, but (breakfast)

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

Yeah, that shaky kitchen table

That shaky kitchen table

Yeah

That shaky kitchen table

Whole generation of motherfuckers, you know I mean?

Been sellin' dope ever since I was, goddamn, born

Way before I was even born

Like twenty-five years deep in the dope game, hear me?

Bro told not to double call

I sold a nigga a nick' for a dime, the other one there

I was at the spot and, goddamn

I know what the dope and all that was, know I mean?

I was about twelve 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 have some liquor, have him some weed

Have a pistol sitting right there