Live From The Kitchen lyrics

Yeah , aye we finally here n*ggah
I like to introduce ya to my band one of em name mr porex, mr pot mr bacon-soda (ha) know what i mean? ..
It go live from the kitchen Li-li-live from the kitchen
Its just me and my bands 2x ; bacon-soda test tube pot and the pans

(verse 1)
Live from the kitchen well over do, 10 mixtapes + i got a porsh in Bancoop Yea that b*tch got 4 does i got 4 hoes on my scrude up click sh*t got me tipin on foe-foess yeah they ran in my spot them b*tches kicked down both does convascated both of my choopas and took pictuers of both stoves gang tags been on my ass yeah they raded both my shows say im wearin to much white i told em i represent that bloww
Li-li-live from the kitchen
Its just me and my bands sh*t get fa real n*ggahs start playing ion need a 100 n*ggas its just me and my mans 2deep in that rega red beem on that eagle you gone lie bout it r die bout it cause yeen going with me neitha LIve from the kitchen thats just a statment got that kush sh*t by the bells n b*tch im live from the basement got that purp in i can taste it my time dont you waste it n*ggahs think they can start some beef and then come back n erase it i got binjaman on my faces i got lawyers fightin ,you kno me vs war buggs bunny in my braclets b*tch im live the jury jst bought a roller nd pen a frank nere is u a dealer or a user resis a buser babymama had grape she like streetz n*ggas she say i amuzing her live-li-li from the kitchen f*cking b*tches on the dishes bend her ova on the counter right in front of the money counter she was layin against the frigerator incase i get some anal thats a old word i got old birds i got old breads these b*tches small heads i dont trust n*ggas i say they all fed we in war with n*ggas and I want em all dead