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dinner table game - buckwheat groats lyrics

[skit]
girl 1: so what’s for dessert, boys?
lil’ d-nky: here’s a dollar, go chase down the mr. softee truck
girl 2: but we love you!
p-n-s bailey the bailey: you don’t love us, you just love the way we get so groatnasty
lil’ d-nky: grooooooaaaaats!

[intro]
[p-n-s bailey]
yeah, we go by the name of the buckwheat groats
i’m ‘bout to show yall how i gets down when i’m cookin dinner
[lil’ d-nky]
on the menu tonight:
chicken breast!
rice pilaf!
and a vegetable of his choosing

[verse 1: p-n-s bailey]
first things first i get out my pans
i dust them sh-ts off, i’m washin’ my hands
i’m ‘bout to cook the illest dinner in a minute yo
empty stomach ‘bout to put some food up in it yo
i got the rice, i got the chicken
got a rack of spice, now the clock is tickin’
plus i’m servin’ up some motherf-ckin’ broccoli
i’m cookin’ dinner dawg, ain’t n0body stoppin’ me
i take the baster, cuz i made a baste
that i made with basil, and tomato paste
how this glaze’ll taste? yeah i like that
i blaze the flames and then i -stir it stir it- like that
now it’s rice next, i’m on that pilaf tip
i got that pyrex, that real dealer sh-t
i set the pot to boil, throw some spice at it
they say a party ain’t a party till my rice at it|
now i’m peepin’ at soups, you know i’m ‘bout to freak with them soups
believe that i’m speakin’ the truth…
and then i settle on the minestrone
pop it in the microwave…three minutes homes

[hook]
stir the rice a little to the left like yeah
shake the br–sts a little to the left like yeah
we turn the fan on so the kitchen doesn’t stink
we cut the chicken open check the middle isn’t pink (2x)

[verse 2: p-n-s bailey]
now the oil is drizzlin’, the spices are fizzlin’
the water is bubblin’, the chicken is sizzlin’
i’m makin’ the broccoli, i’m makin’ it properly
taste make b-tches wanna be, all naked on top of me
all day b-tches jockin’ me, they say this is possibly
the greatest of broccoli, “now baby stick your c-ck in me”
i’m leavin’ them chefs dead, receivin’ the best head
precedin’ every meal with some oil and fresh bread
and my cookin’s very thorough
brooklyn, staten, bronx, queens, manhattan
i’ll fatten up every borough
if you think it’s undercooked you wilin’ fella
buckwheat groats don’t get down with no salmonella
and now the soup is ready, sure hope that the soup is heady
heavy steam got me super sweaty
plenty stirrin’, spoon is steady
but i stay fresh like i’m fruits and veggies

[hook]

[verse 3: p-n-s bailey]
now it’s time to dine, i find a wine from the finest vine
just happened that way, i’m not tryna rhyme
v-g-n-’s mine when they taste this dinner
eat it all cuz it should be a crime to waste this dinner
(lil’ d-nky: groats!!!!!!!!!!)
i made the decision first i’m tastin’ this chicken
i made the incision, i’m cuttin’ with some crazy precision
now i made the division, and popped that little piece up in my boca
taste so delicious, got them chicas goin’ loca
the mamis taste mi arroz, and they say “bueno”
my broccoli steals the show, call it jay leno
am i g-y? n-o, but i f-ck with uncle ben’s
eat so much chicken, it amounts to like a couple hens
now i finish up the supper, stuff the rest up in some tupperware
cuz i’m a frugal motherf-cker
now i’m scrubbin’ off the pans ‘n sh-t
dinner table game, i’m ‘bout to win the championship

[hook]

[outro: lil’ d-nky]
yeah, buckwheat groats, 2010, you feel dat?
we see y’all motherf-ckers, witcha takeout food, witcha chinese delivery
we ain’t even be rollin’ like that
this that gourmet sh-t
you step up to our dinner table, you leavin’ real full
i’m talkin’ stretch marks motherf-cker
buckwheat groats….step the f-ck back!
lil’ d-nky, p-n-s bailey…..
we are the groats

- buckwheat groats lyrics

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