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 That shaky kitchen table And he sittin' by the dope And I just thought about this shit I was like "Damn, damn near in the same motherfuckin' position" Yeah