Zatarain's Lyrics

I came in this game not lookin' for a friend Down by five, goddamn, I gotta win

Trash-ass rapper, gotta throw him in the bin I drive a Toyota, I don't need no Benz

Fake-ass rappers gon' do it for the count Different kind of flavor, marinate, not the

Twelve-round fight, Trilly bout to win the bout Come my way, you better take another route

Sit they ass down like they need the intervention Ball so hard, can't stand my

division Make sure you at me when you mention, out your mentions

Nothing fake about me, don't believe it, pretending

Hundred miles an hour, gotta push it to the limit I'm just getting started, hell, naw I ain't finished

Step back, fade away, hit him with the shimmy Real from the jump, other rappers got gimmicks

Zatarain, oh-ho, Zatarain Im spicy on fire like a hot-ass plate from Zatarain

Oh-ho, Zatarain, oh-ho, Zatarain I'm spicy on fire like a hot-ass plate from Zatarain

Some of y'all rappers y'all all in the way Watching enemies, gotta keep them at bay

Get your own food, stop looking at my plate I'm chasing money fast, I done lost a lot of weight

You can't take the heat to get the hell out the kitchen

Hard to show love when everybody dissing Real in the field, don't care about a scrimmage

Most of my time calculating all my digits High-steppin' on them got me feeling like Prime

Know who it is, you can tell by the sound Talk my talk, everybody like, wow

Talk my talk with a big-ass smile

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh I say, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, but I'm hotter than

Zatarain, oh-ho, Zatarain Im spicy on fire like a hot-ass plate from Zatarain

Oh-ho-ho, Zatarain, oh-ho, Zatarain Im spicy on fire like a hot-ass plate from Zatarain