Jose Canseco (feat. Stove God Cooks)
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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, PΓ©rignon 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
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, PΓ©rignon 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
β±οΈ Synced Lyrics
[00:12.77] Ayo, the marvelous, the gorgeous
[00:17.08] Twin Porsches, the exalted
[00:19.63] The archer, Prada parka with the shotgun
[00:23.53] Every time the wind blow, I wanna pop somethin'
[00:26.08] You never shot nothin', imagine my vision
[00:29.06] I had the Lindenfelds tinted, PΓ©rignon washin' my Hells Chicken
[00:33.63] Over stoves, ambitions
[00:35.67] I'm from the same streets as bust-a-brick Nick and this wrist ridiculous
[00:39.33] 15 hundred on them kicks and them shits feo
[00:42.86] Cocaine mayo jar, Jose Canseco
[00:46.30] Jose Canseco
[00:50.27] Jose Canseco
[00:54.73] Jose Canseco
[00:57.96] Jose Canseco
[00:59.56] Born a god, rockin' Human Made
[01:01.91] Double up to a Geiger
[01:03.09] Sharpshooter aim, my third house in my cougar name
[01:06.53] My lil' niggas still shoot for fame
[01:09.03] Moms don't work, pops skated
[01:10.87] You don't know the pain
[01:12.32] Heron Preston rain jumper, don't know the rain
[01:15.73] What we do for stain, Pyrex souvenirs, maneuver 'caine
[01:19.74] Kerry James in the dope spot
[01:22.13] Handed purple tops out the door knob
[01:31.59] In a Tesla swervin'
[01:33.99] Talkin' to my man, he said the last batch that came in was worthless
[01:38.39] I told him, nah, when it cook like that is just a bit of a burden
[01:41.96] Just drop the price a couple points and keep servin'
[01:44.56] Red velvet Louis jacket, I'm Ron Burgundy
[01:47.93] See the heat comin' off the hundreds, the money burnin'
[01:51.24] These labels still jerkin'
[01:54.44] I heard your deal came with a hundred thousand and some Jergens
[01:58.32] These fake boss niggas is really workers
[02:01.47] I follow the bricks, I seen the wizard behind the curtain
[02:04.68] They talk big 'till we catch 'em in person
[02:08.00] They talk big 'till we shoot they Suburban
[02:11.74] Me and Emeril Lagasse should be the next Verzuz
[02:14.70] Two stoves side by side, I bet I work him
[02:17.87] I turned my granddaddy church parkin' lot into a Church's Chicken
[02:21.26] Take the brains out, let the head hand like Mr. Perfect's shit
[02:24.47] They owe some streaming money, but I ain't hurtin'
[02:27.37] I told my young nigga how much, he said, I woulda murked 'em
[02:30.64] Big homie fresh home drinkin' coffee out the Keurig
[02:33.80] A 144 months ain't break his spirit
[02:37.83] He jumped back in, I told him it's different, I tried to prepare him
[02:41.00] He good, he a old, brave nigga, he Hank Aaron
[02:44.12] Forgiatos on the McLaren
[02:47.23] Young, rich, and arrogant, is you hearin' this
[02:51.04] Over the stove, bangin' Pray for Paris
[02:53.24] I think the UFOs dropped the top blocks on the pyramids
[02:57.51] There's a method to the madness, everything is mapped
[03:00.86] You know you kill the foundation, everything collapse
[03:04.78] Everything is stamped, everything is wrapped
[03:06.86] If the feds ask you 'bout me, tell 'em everything is cap
[03:10.39] Jose Canseco
[03:14.87] Jose Canseco
[03:17.25] This that up three, Burton state flow
[03:20.28] Jose Canseco
[03:24.04] Young nigga out the GT with the Draco
[03:27.72] Jose Canseco
[03:51.02] For them to think that they could be in the same ring with me is
[03:54.78] Wow, you know that, unbelievable
[03:58.27] Don't put words in my mouth, man, I can handle myself out here
[04:02.84] Yeah, but I won't, no, no, no
[04:05.86] That's a shoot, brother, that is one thousand percent, yeah
[04:10.55] 'Cause the time has come
[04:12.54]
[00:17.08] Twin Porsches, the exalted
[00:19.63] The archer, Prada parka with the shotgun
[00:23.53] Every time the wind blow, I wanna pop somethin'
[00:26.08] You never shot nothin', imagine my vision
[00:29.06] I had the Lindenfelds tinted, PΓ©rignon washin' my Hells Chicken
[00:33.63] Over stoves, ambitions
[00:35.67] I'm from the same streets as bust-a-brick Nick and this wrist ridiculous
[00:39.33] 15 hundred on them kicks and them shits feo
[00:42.86] Cocaine mayo jar, Jose Canseco
[00:46.30] Jose Canseco
[00:50.27] Jose Canseco
[00:54.73] Jose Canseco
[00:57.96] Jose Canseco
[00:59.56] Born a god, rockin' Human Made
[01:01.91] Double up to a Geiger
[01:03.09] Sharpshooter aim, my third house in my cougar name
[01:06.53] My lil' niggas still shoot for fame
[01:09.03] Moms don't work, pops skated
[01:10.87] You don't know the pain
[01:12.32] Heron Preston rain jumper, don't know the rain
[01:15.73] What we do for stain, Pyrex souvenirs, maneuver 'caine
[01:19.74] Kerry James in the dope spot
[01:22.13] Handed purple tops out the door knob
[01:31.59] In a Tesla swervin'
[01:33.99] Talkin' to my man, he said the last batch that came in was worthless
[01:38.39] I told him, nah, when it cook like that is just a bit of a burden
[01:41.96] Just drop the price a couple points and keep servin'
[01:44.56] Red velvet Louis jacket, I'm Ron Burgundy
[01:47.93] See the heat comin' off the hundreds, the money burnin'
[01:51.24] These labels still jerkin'
[01:54.44] I heard your deal came with a hundred thousand and some Jergens
[01:58.32] These fake boss niggas is really workers
[02:01.47] I follow the bricks, I seen the wizard behind the curtain
[02:04.68] They talk big 'till we catch 'em in person
[02:08.00] They talk big 'till we shoot they Suburban
[02:11.74] Me and Emeril Lagasse should be the next Verzuz
[02:14.70] Two stoves side by side, I bet I work him
[02:17.87] I turned my granddaddy church parkin' lot into a Church's Chicken
[02:21.26] Take the brains out, let the head hand like Mr. Perfect's shit
[02:24.47] They owe some streaming money, but I ain't hurtin'
[02:27.37] I told my young nigga how much, he said, I woulda murked 'em
[02:30.64] Big homie fresh home drinkin' coffee out the Keurig
[02:33.80] A 144 months ain't break his spirit
[02:37.83] He jumped back in, I told him it's different, I tried to prepare him
[02:41.00] He good, he a old, brave nigga, he Hank Aaron
[02:44.12] Forgiatos on the McLaren
[02:47.23] Young, rich, and arrogant, is you hearin' this
[02:51.04] Over the stove, bangin' Pray for Paris
[02:53.24] I think the UFOs dropped the top blocks on the pyramids
[02:57.51] There's a method to the madness, everything is mapped
[03:00.86] You know you kill the foundation, everything collapse
[03:04.78] Everything is stamped, everything is wrapped
[03:06.86] If the feds ask you 'bout me, tell 'em everything is cap
[03:10.39] Jose Canseco
[03:14.87] Jose Canseco
[03:17.25] This that up three, Burton state flow
[03:20.28] Jose Canseco
[03:24.04] Young nigga out the GT with the Draco
[03:27.72] Jose Canseco
[03:51.02] For them to think that they could be in the same ring with me is
[03:54.78] Wow, you know that, unbelievable
[03:58.27] Don't put words in my mouth, man, I can handle myself out here
[04:02.84] Yeah, but I won't, no, no, no
[04:05.86] That's a shoot, brother, that is one thousand percent, yeah
[04:10.55] 'Cause the time has come
[04:12.54]