Tex Armstrong - Hard in the kitchen lyrics

{Intro} Yeah Squad Tex armstrong King tunie Royal gang f** n***a better whip it or he a enemy You know where I be, I be in the kitchen n***as is hungry as a muthaf**a {Chorus} I go hard in the muthaf**in kitchen Whippin so much chickens got my palms itching I be fresh out tha kitchen I be fresh out tha kitchen I go hard in the muthaf**in kitchen I go hard in the muthaf**in kitchen I go hard in the muthaf**in kitchen {Verse 1} Man I'm gucci mane without tha ice cream cone Whippin up chickens, I'm in my zone King tunie, go to war with tha military Whippin up chickens, flippin them burgers Sippin up sprite, whippin it right, do it all night Finesse a brick, look at my wrist: Hurricane sh** Never trust no b**h they trippin, my pants still sagging Goddamn Thank god for my life Lifes a n***a I stole his wife n***a never act up since I dropped run up They know wa**up, always in the cut Ride round town sippin double cups Ring a n***a black cops Squad {Chorus} {Verse 2} Man im too icy, I need a cone This girls calling ion pickup my phone I be at the studio never find me home My neck and wrist that's bling bling 2Pac without the nose ring Tity boi without 2 chainz Beat that p**y like chief keef thats bang bang Ain't nuthin but a g thang King tunie be really pimpin, I sell hoes every wednesdays Whippin up eggs. Redbone she perfect so we have s** Kiss on her neck then she gimme head I be fresh out the kitchen n***a finessing Ion tell this n***as cause they snitching {Chorus}