(La musica de Harry Fraud) uh-huh
We always givin' credit to the pyrex
The microwave and the stove
What about the kitchen table though? (Summertime Butch)

Yo, the kitchen table where the takeover started
That's on two shaky legs
Some newspapers gon' help you stable the bottom (uh-huh)
This where a lot of plans was made
The kitchen table seen a thousand grams of 'caine
Three thanksgivings and a thousand hands of spades
One-point-six on that bitch, type of shit we all dream 'bout (we all dream 'bout that)
Coke resi' on it, like the table at Charlie Sheen house
My hood, you might walk on your porch and see all the fiends out
Rent cheap and the bedroom small like a Barbie dream house
Streets talkin', I'm lit (I'm lit), just me and my dawgs
No leash, collar, or fence, don't no weak bosses exist (uh-uh)
Dust flyin' 'round when I wrote pieces off of a brick
I scraped it up with a hotel key card from the Ritz (woo)
By ten A.M., it's breakfast on the table, but (breakfast)
Before I see noon, it's extras from work I stretched on the table
By three o'clock, it's a check on the table (check on the table)
By four-thirty, they doin' homework on it
Not knowin' what was just on the table
That shaky kitchen table

Yeah, that shaky kitchen table
That shaky kitchen table
Yeah
That shaky kitchen table

Whole generation of motherfuckers, you know I mean?
Been sellin' dope ever since I was, goddamn, born
Way before I was even born
Like twenty-five years deep in the dope game, hear me?
Bro told not to double call
I sold a nigga a nick' for a dime, the other one there
I was at the spot and, goddamn
I know what the dope and all that was, know I mean?
I was about twelve years old, sold a nigga a sack
Felt good about this shit, I was like, boy, boom, boom
And it be damn near the same set up, bruh
He have some liquor, have him some weed
Have a pistol sitting right there
That shaky kitchen table
And he sittin' by the dope
And I just thought about this shit
I was like "Damn, damn near in the same motherfuckin' position"
Yeah