Oh yay,
Yay, yay, yea.
This one’s for all the grillers…… and cookers……
And on lookers…….yea
Sitting in my hammock watching steaks while they grill,
Not doing a thing, sippin cheerwine while I chill,
About that time my homies call me up on my phone,
Riding hungry in they Maybach, saying homie are you home?
They all know the answers cause they see the smoke from tha stack,
That my steaks be on 100 cause cooked’em at the shack,
Rolling up I look and see that there are too many homies for me to feed,
So I break out the burgers brats and dogs
So their hunger I can feed.
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Every-one…….is coming to my house…….they smell my food, and want to fill they mouth,
I’m gonna go broke………but then who cares……..it’s my life……and I like to share,
Yea, yea
Next thing I know, theres a knock at the dough, don’t look now it’s my fam.
You know my mom can cook too and she brought a dish with yams,
Pops comes in with diet soda and walker,
He won’t shut his mouf cause you know he a talker,
My little brother here too, he just got out tha pin,
He drew his second charge, 30 days he had to spend,
He got caught stealing crab legs from the Costco down the street,
But it’s all good because he datin the parole officer that he meet,
Now on to my sista, she got bout 4-5 kids, all them be eatin out the pringles can with no lids.
I try lighten the mood by turning on some jams,
But my dad takes over the boom box, turns off my song that really slams,
He puts on 80’s or 70’s or some 60’s,
Tunes that aren’t that great but they hook is definitely nifty,
Every time I think about breaking a way from this life,
I think back to days like today, and wonder what it would be like.
My life would be boring, actual-ly, pretty sad,
So I look forward to days like today and don’t stress or get mad.
(Chorus)
Every-one…….is coming to my house…….they smell my food, and want to fill they mouth,
I’m gonna go broke………but then who cares……..it’s my life……and I like to share,
Yea, yea
Oooooo yea yea yea yea yea
Yea yea
Oooohhh, oohh, woah woah yea
