The Recipe ft. Shawn Foxx & Chevron Blue Lyrics

This that Norf side soul food spot off La Brea

Rep my city hard you would think I was the mayor

Making plays like Peyton Manning calling out an audible

Wardrobe like Narnia this shit must be magical

Once upon a time ago it wasn't always like this

Snotty nose nigga just trying to get a license

While having to deal with G's trying to put you on

I'd rather find a funky song I can dookie on

I'm a Norf side nigga raised in the terror dome, surrounded by gangstas that always gotta keep the

Chrome

Thirteen years old I caught my first fade from a Piru that couldn't even pass the 8th grade

And that's no diss

I'm like Kobe in the 4th cause I don't miss

The city taught me how to grind and be the dopest

I'd rather be known for being me than to fake the funk just to get the money nigga

Skrilla on my mind from the get go, that's how the game go, to get the payload

Thinking how the hell you really know me? But you don't got no dead homies

Slidin' in a foreign and I'm one deep; limo tint on it so you can't see me

You can steal the sauce and try to be me, but it won't be the same cause I got the recipe

Early in the morning hit the cafe, somebody hit my whip so now I valet

Smoke some of this weed, inhale then I breathe, now I'm coolin

I'm not worried about no bad day

I've been two stepping through the pain, you can't stop the rain, now the fiends downtown

Out begging you for change, food for thought, I would give em, they Bulimic

What if I told you you were now looking at a genius? Would you deny me at first

Or paint me something that's worse?

A black man who made it out of a hearse, that's a fact

Don't play me for no hoe, they know I'm quick to double back

Sometimes I got a temper but I'm subtle with the raps

I know when I shut up; they rebuttals be a trap

Me and Prestige. 'bout to put the city on the map

From Norfside Inglez, to Hub City peoples

No matter where you from in LA we all equal yeah

Skrilla on my mind from the get go, that's how the game go, to get the payload

Thinking how the hell you really know me? But you don't got no dead homies

Slidin' in a foreign and I'm one deep, limo tint on it so you can't see me

You can steal the sauce and try to be me, but it won't be the same cause I got the recipe

Long beach finest, been your highness, Dubs running shit like a fucked up sinus

Obstacle, climbed it, twin clips, grinding

Hear a Chevy verse guaranteed gone rewind it

And I ain't gotta say too much they already know, ring bells from the Beach to the Bottom

Lows

I've been froze, my story ain't been told, the wimp loc call me the east side J. Cole

Rollin, just know that I'm colder, weather storms in these buffs, Primetime like Boulder

I don't even think the same, got wiser got older

Quit robbing, karma keep it on file, Life's folder

That bitch follow everywhere you go, your life fucked up, bad karma's at your door

But if a nigga try you, be his karma for sure

Belt to ass, Glock took, crazy girls patio

Skrilla on my mind from the get go, that's how the game go, to get the payload

Thinking how the hell you really know me? But you don't got no dead homies

Slidin' in a foreign and I'm one deep, limo tint on it so you can't see me

You can steal the sauce and try to be me, but it won't be the same cause I got the recipe

Yeah