Her world collapsed early Sunday morning Those creatures jumped the barricades She held the child and whispered With calm, calm, "belong" She got up from the kitchen table Folded the newspaper and silenced the radio And have headed for the sea, sea And

In the kitchen, wrist twistin' like a stir fry (whip it) Woo, woo, woo, woo Keep watchin' me whip up, still be real and famous In the kitchen, wrist twistin' like a stir fry (wroof) Dance with my dogs in the nighttime (wroof) Trap nigga with the chickens

I'm gonna stick like glue Stuck on you Yeah, yeah, because I'm Yes-sir-ee, uh, uh Stick, because I'm Hide in the kitchen, hide in the hall Ain't gonna do you no good at all Cause once I catch ya, and the kissin' starts

Wednesday morning at five o'clock As the day begins Silently closing her bedroom door Leaving the note that she hoped would say more She goes downstairs to the kitchen Clutching her handkerchief Quietly turning the backdoor key Stepping outside, she is

You better come on in my kitchen Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm Well, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors It's goin' to be rainin' outdoors Ah, the woman I love, took from my best friend Some joker got lucky, stole her back again Oh, she's gone, I

I've been poppin' since my demos, bitch, yeah Bust the bales down in the kitchen, bitch, yeah Cookin' coke up, water whip that shit, yeah Pull the boat up, we want all the bricks, yeah Call your hoe up, she take all the dick, yeah I took four, I feel

Yeah, really from up in the house Really thumpers in the couch, really say what I'm about Off the block I made a whole onion Heavy hustle got the name buzzin' In the kitchen whippin' tryna gain something Fuck her threw her to my lame cousin Bitches know

This is my heart, it's on the line, Selene Resolutions and lovers in the kitchen Love is clueless and destiny is wishing Typically, I was a validation on your sleeve Oh what an indication To the center of the pain Through your tattered window pane To the

Oh my gosh, back at it again (back at it) In the kitchen whippin', I'm rappin' again (whippin') Keep on playin' bitch, then I'm stabbin' your friend (woo) I'm in the hood, they think I'm back trappin' again (trappin') (woo) All my grizzy niggas

I'm still in the kitchen W-W-West coast dime, you niggas don't want it 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 With all that ambition The