MARINADE (TARTARE) Lyrics

Yeah its all raw, like steak tartare

We aint' going home till' the coke's all gone

Mr. Prnce why you gotta take so long?

Get it, let it marinade then I'm gone

Yeah its all raw, like steak tartare

We aint' going home till' the coke's all gone

Mr. Prnce why you gotta take so long?

Get it, let it marinade then I'm gone

Okay I set it, forget it

Crock pot how I'm making plays in the kitchen

Young bitch heard I was insane, now she's in it

Drop gears now, switching lanes, 160

Said she wanna party with a rockstar

You don't wanna see him off a couple of eight balls

Be the last thing you ever really wanna huh?

Fergie in this bitch get it started, huh

Songbird feeling like Robin

Mask on, feeling like robbing

Batman feeling like Robin

Bad Boy feeling like Rodman

Pippen on pimpin' on pimpin'

Yeah, I've been pimpin' since they was big pimpin'

Scotty two Hotty, look like Gene Vincent

Ian Dury in the club, bitch, I'm really with it

Don't play with me, I got a stick up in my right hand

Put the stick down, just hands, we can fight, man

Cutting off lights on these bouncers and these hype mans

Good night, Tylenol on the nightstand

Don't play with me, I got a stick up in my right hand

Put the stick down, just hands, we can fight, man

Cutting off lights on these bouncers and these hype mans

Good night, Tylenol on the nightstand

Yeah its all raw, like steak tartare

We aint' going home till' the coke's all gone

Mr. Prnce why you gotta take so long?

Get it, let it marinade then I'm gone

Yeah its all raw, like steak tartare

We aint' going home till' the coke's all gone

Mr. Prnce why you gotta take so long?

Get it, let it marinade then I'm gone