Lyrics Jose Canseco (feat. Stove God Cooks) - Westside Gunn , Stove God Cooks
Ayo,
the
marvelous,
the
gorgeous
Twin
Porsches,
the
exalted
The
archer,
Prada
parka
with
the
shotgun
Every
time
the
wind
blow,
I
wanna
pop
somethin′
You
never
shot
nothin',
imagine
my
vision
I
had
the
Lindenfelds
tinted,
Pérignon
washin′
my
Hells
Chicken
Over
stoves,
ambitions
I'm
from
the
same
streets
as
bust-a-brick
Nick
and
this
wrist
ridiculous
15
hundred
on
them
kicks
and
them
shits
feo
Cocaine
mayo
jar,
Jose
Canseco
Jose
Canseco
Jose
Canseco
Jose
Canseco
Jose
Canseco
Born
a
god,
rockin'
Human
Made
Double
up
to
a
Geiger
Sharpshooter
aim,
my
third
house
in
my
cougar
name
My
lil′
niggas
still
shoot
for
fame
Moms
don′t
work,
pops
skated
You
don't
know
the
pain
Heron
Preston
rain
jumper,
don′t
know
the
rain
What
we
do
for
stain,
Pyrex
souvenirs,
maneuver
'caine
Kerry
James
in
the
dope
spot
Handed
purple
tops
out
the
door
knob
In
a
Tesla
swervin′
Talkin'
to
my
man,
he
said
the
last
batch
that
came
in
was
worthless
I
told
him,
nah,
when
it
cook
like
that
is
just
a
bit
of
a
burden
Just
drop
the
price
a
couple
points
and
keep
servin′
Red
velvet
Louis
jacket,
I'm
Ron
Burgundy
See
the
heat
comin'
off
the
hundreds,
the
money
burnin′
These
labels
still
jerkin′
I
heard
your
deal
came
with
a
hundred
thousand
and
some
Jergens
These
fake
boss
niggas
is
really
workers
I
follow
the
bricks,
I
seen
the
wizard
behind
the
curtain
They
talk
big
'till
we
catch
′em
in
person
They
talk
big
'till
we
shoot
they
Suburban
Me
and
Emeril
Lagasse
should
be
the
next
Verzuz
Two
stoves
side
by
side,
I
bet
I
work
him
I
turned
my
granddaddy
church
parkin′
lot
into
a
Church's
Chicken
Take
the
brains
out,
let
the
head
hand
like
Mr.
Perfect′s
shit
They
owe
some
streaming
money,
but
I
ain't
hurtin'
I
told
my
young
nigga
how
much,
he
said,
I
woulda
murked
′em
Big
homie
fresh
home
drinkin′
coffee
out
the
Keurig
A
144
months
ain't
break
his
spirit
He
jumped
back
in,
I
told
him
it′s
different,
I
tried
to
prepare
him
He
good,
he
a
old,
brave
nigga,
he
Hank
Aaron
Forgiatos
on
the
McLaren
Young,
rich,
and
arrogant,
is
you
hearin'
this
Over
the
stove,
bangin′
Pray
for
Paris
I
think
the
UFOs
dropped
the
top
blocks
on
the
pyramids
There's
a
method
to
the
madness,
everything
is
mapped
You
know
you
kill
the
foundation,
everything
collapse
Everything
is
stamped,
everything
is
wrapped
If
the
feds
ask
you
′bout
me,
tell
'em
everything
is
cap
Jose
Canseco
Jose
Canseco
This
that
up
three,
Burton
state
flow
Jose
Canseco
Young
nigga
out
the
GT
with
the
Draco
Jose
Canseco
For
them
to
think
that
they
could
be
in
the
same
ring
with
me
is
Wow,
you
know
that,
unbelievable
Don't
put
words
in
my
mouth,
man,
I
can
handle
myself
out
here
Yeah,
but
I
won′t,
no,
no,
no
That′s
a
shoot,
brother,
that
is
one
thousand
percent,
yeah
'Cause
the
time
has
come
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