Arnies Oh yeah baby, Side B (Arnies Pork butt edit)

Oh yeah, baby I'm back, it's Arnie Fire up that fucker Don't smoke it if you don't love it Smoke it like you mean it Oh yeah, baby I'm back, it's Arnie Fire up that fucker Don't smoke it if you don't love it Smoke it like you mean it From Bay Ridge to the Norwegian TV screen Camping with Javi Elsker And Montebello, yeah, we living the dream Arnie's the smoke master, NY's fiery king Sauce dripping slow, make the crowd wanna sing Raised on 3rd Avenue Where the food trucks collide PS 104, kid Brooklyn grit in my stride Peter Luger Steakhouse, there is no better beef in Brooklyn Nino's in Spumoni Gardens Brick oven pies, pizzas from skies Multi-culti streets Where the flavor never dies Barbecue king from the NY glow Airstream smoking in the Benz, let's roll Brisket butt ribs, stack them to the sky Amazing Deliciousness, yeah, we put on a show Oh yeah, baby Oh yeah, baby Kansas City judge Barbecue society Trophies shine on the shelf Smells like victory Yeah, I'm talking about myself Ponchos, tacos on Tuesday Spice in the air Bernadetta's my queen Brooklyn love we both share Rolling through Norway with the smoker And Airstream in tow From campfire flames to the city's neon glow Memories in a spice jar Recipes on fire 3rd Avenue Hustler reaching higher and higher Low and slow, sorcery Tender to the bone This butt's got a fan club Heck, it's got a throne Barbecue king from the NY glow Airstream smoking in the Benz, let's roll Brisket butt ribs, stack them to the sky Amazing Deliciousness, yeah, we put on a show Oh yeah, baby When the flames get hotter She's my rock, my muse Don't smoke it if you don't love it Ain't no time to lose Brooklyn and Goro In our blood, sauce thick like our roots Every bite's a story Every rib's a salute So fire up the pit Let the hickory sing Arnie and Bernadetta Barbecue royalty From the Airstream to the stage We ain't ever slow And wide to the world Y'all already know Fuckin' amazing Oh yeah, baby