Still In The Kitchen lyrics - Ice Cube

The almighty E-A-Ski track

Cook it up

Yeah

Raised a man, bake a man, roll that dough

Smokin' on a Swisha, bloody as a butcher

Cut you in two with mister ginsu

John Wu nigga from the LA Zoo

Grade A ass, I filet that ass

I make that cash, a birthday bash

I wedding crash, it's the iron chef

The big piece of chicken, that's all that's left

Cake Boss get you full as Rick Ross

All this sugar, don't forget to floss

Get lost if you already ate

Up out the kitchen, nigga, don't violate

Don't 'cha get shot, 'cha fuckin' bloodclot

No you're not, up in [?]

Shit is hot, baby, if your ass can't take it

Get the fuck out or get butt naked

W-W-West coast dime, you niggas don't want it

I'm still in the kitchen

Genghis Khan with Chuck Taylors on

There's no competition, I'm still in the kitchen

You niggas don't want it

Nigga, she know you rollin' in some dough

I'm still in the kitchen

With all that ambition

Yeah, I'm still in the kitchen

I'm still in the kitchen

Have you ever went over a friend's house to eat and his woman can't cook?

Nigga, I shook

Just my luck, fuck a potluck

B-B-Bitch better know how to fuck a duck up

Baby, wake up and hook my steak up

I don't give a fuck about your make-up

Don't come in here with no Wolfgang Puck

Hockey puck tastin' ass shit that suck

People know that my herbs and spices give niggas the itis with no gingivitis

Bite us

They think they gettin' they Wendy's but they gettin' is sugar diabetes

These Twinkies, got 'em wrapped around my pinkies

Cream fillin' comes out when I kill 'em

The cookie monster is up in the buildin'

Willy Wonka, I treat 'em like my children

My favorite

W-W-West coast dime, you niggas don't want it

I'm still in the kitchen

Genghis Khan with Chuck Taylors on

There's no competition, I'm still in the kitchen

You niggas don't want it

Nigga, she know you rollin' in some dough

I'm still in the kitchen

With all that ambition

Yeah, I'm still in the kitchen

I'm still in the kitchen

My gumbo is like straight up Columbo

Ya know? That shit that they grow out in Humbolt

Ya know? They wanna call me the colonel

That nigga dead, this shit eternal

Ya know? Take a look in my cookbook

Everything I do is a good look

Don't mistake my notepad for the Good Book

The nerve of 'em, turn on my oven

Mother fucker so full, think I drug 'em

Hand on they stomach, can't stop rubbin'

Fatten ya up and if ya herky jerky

Carve your ass up in that turkey jerkey

Serve you on a platter with side of clam chowder

My hot sauce ain't just hot, it's gunpowder

Aunt Jemima but my fuckin' syrup

I make a chef take his ass back to Europe

W-W-West coast dime, you niggas don't want it

I'm still in the kitchen

Genghis Khan with Chuck Taylors on

There's no competition, I'm still in the kitchen

You niggas don't want it

Nigga, she know you rollin' in some dough

I'm still in the kitchen

With all that ambition

Yeah, I'm still in the kitchen

I'm still in the kitchen

Give me half a cup of hustle

A teaspoon of game

And a pinch of bullshit