
The Recipe ft. Shawn Foxx & Chevron Blue Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2025
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