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"Fix you somethin to eat? Nigga please! You better get back in this battle and handle your business" [J-Zone:] [belching] Huh?! Woke up quick, at about noon Hard dick and I wanna get some breakfast soon I want some food and some head befo' the day begins So I call up Jeanette one of my female friends She was all on my pack like asbestos Washed my balls and the bitch made breakfast (uh-huh) She had good looks, a butt big and soft But the hoe couldn't cook so I CUT THE BITCH OFF Nowadays Zone ain't fuckin with love I need a bitch to cook it up like Wolfgang Puck The pancakes sucked so I left her Pick up the phone to call this broke-ass heffer Yeah this bitch named Ethel, I call her big breakfast Because she big as hell but she can sho' cook breakfast Baby look to' up, damn near broke But her cookin is so good I damn near proposed When I give you a ring girl, that ain't love I'm just thinkin 'bout my future, cause I need grub When we get old, FUCK LOOKS, I want collard greens Wash my dish and my dick and I fly the scene Letras de canciones(Yo dawg, she got a mustache) Man that shit is minor Cause she blows like a pro and turn my house into a diner Do I look like Mr. Belvedere? Bitch I burned cereal So we ain't gonna hook up if your cookin ain't superior Fuck a pretty wife, Zone need to eat In 20 years she'll be ugly, I need bon appetit' So if you burn the grits I turn my hoof up to y'all "One minute he's there then poof he's gone" [Chorus: singing like The Jeffersons] Sent that bitch to the kitchen Made her turn on the grill If that fish, ain't fuh-ryin I'm fuckin with a Happy Meal Baby don't try to kiss me Know I don't go for that As long as we livin, it ain't no lovin Bitch turn on the oven! [J-Zone:] I need a chick that can cook anything I think of But to me that ain't love, bitch that's just grub! "Why don't you get some motherfuckin work or somethin Stupid-ass bitch!" [Celph Titled:] Listen, if you ain't in the kitchen you in the doggy position You just a pigeon cookin duck, ain't no love in just stickin She got a kid I ain't the dad I be abusin the child Bitch can cook a po'k chop but she ain't Julia Child Round the way Puerto Rican chick but cook like she Cuban Boliche, arroz con pollo, mofongo Ay conio, she actin up, I smacked her with the Bisquick box And bitch I'm not lickin your twat unless it's smothered in gravy, your baby mother is crazy Suckin my dick while she bakin, I put the cream in the pastry The turkey baster is off limits, I get her off with it I ain't Captain Save-A-Batch but save a batch of biscuits for me and my niggaz, we eatin good tonight You washin every dish in sight Your fishsticks and grits are tight, attitude pitiful Asked for a ring with emeralds I gave you cookbooks by Emeril Love to watch you slave over the stove with your D-cup breasteses, I'll tell you what breakfast is It's my eggs sunny side up, sausage inside her Your mouth get the ass bounce out of the fryer I want food when I'm hungry and, head when I'm horny Then I'm through with the hoe, like Zone's through with accordians The key to our relationship is rice and peas The chicken need a little salt and pass them spices please Uh-huhhh, oh yeah what, yeah you were sayin? You need your nails done and want help with the payment? But I'll tell you one thing though, I ain't forkin dough I'm at your crib starvin bitch, what the fuck you think this fork is fo'? [Chorus: + more lines] Now cook it on uppp! Cook it on up Ain't cooked in a week, what the fuck Now cook it on uppp! Cook it on up Bitch you don't love me, what the fuck? [Zone over Chorus:] Aiyyo Hog, check this out man See I got a new theory on life It's called PBP (PBP what's that?) Yeah, pancakes before pussy Knahmsayin I had a threesome the other day It was me wit'cha momma and Mrs. Butterworth (Oh!) And it was sweet I gotta eat before I skeet, heh yeah Bon appetit, bitch! [Ant Banks:] "And the bitch better know how to cook Cause I'm a nigga that'll eat some shit up" From Letras Mania