Pyrex Pot

White and brown bags keeps the cabs full
Gotta get it from the restaurant with a fast pull
They gon' sneak in and try to take our tools
But she got another thing waiting for 'em, fool
These cops, they're more crooked than what we are
Flashing badges got the city thinking we smart
The society they protect and serve with black cars
Sayin' undercover, crooking shit and takin' it too far
The restaurant is under hot surveillance, we all know it's tapped
They listen and break codes, try to know when to break in and strapped
Every time they try they end up failing, Catherine got em capped
Lower their expectations with a gently greet and a sack
Some of them wanna know what's going on in the kitchen
I call it my bakery, that's where we test it, we lick it
My ingredients are classified, they wanna know they stick it
I'll run shit back here, suck my dick, bitches
Look
Put on the stove in the kitchen we working
Mix that baking powder with that white watch
The way they be flirting
Not a gram goes to waste, she's the baby I'm nursing
I look at it for hours, bein' baffled, I'm bursting
Cut it clean, color clarity, a Blanco connoisseur
This that bleach they want, I guarantee you
I reassure
That Becky stays clean, ton of snow in galore
Pack it nice, plastic bags, they hit the stores
This ain't for nothing, shit the money piles up
Straight off the boat from Havana, the Cubans, they lined up
The goods for transportation, truck boats are signed up
To deliver the goods where my goons are round up
We make sure the pickups are safe and smooth sailing
Shit can get tricky, with them cops who be back tailing
It can be an ambush, we gotta stay strapped without failing
They tried to cut us short, they ended up dead without payment