Chittlins & Pepsi - Madlib, Montereys

Shit…

But I ain’t fucking with them chitlins

The most I’m a do is chicken, bad food’ll have your breath kicking

Try a diet like Russell Simmons

Dating vegetarian vegan women drinking water with lemons

Low sodium salt, no pork on your fork

After meals she take a long walk

And stay away from the ballpark franks, you pulling all that rank

At Whole Foods putting fuel in your tank

That’s more muscle for the machine

Brussel sprouts, broccoli and string beans

You get your choice of three greens plus a starch to go with it

Committed to the gym keeping your waistline trim

That put a grin all over my face, when you walk in the place

We had ketchup on Sunset, tomato paste

Chicago Summertime at the taste, no time to waste

We don’t waste food on our plate, let the haters hate

Twelve-ounce steak, asparagus tips delicious, got me licking my lips

On some LL Cool J shit

No rib-tips, we take tips from the best chefs like Raekwon

Now pass the Grey Poupon, no MSG, no butter on my popcorn

This ain’t a pop song, tell 'em

I’m always meeting them Whole Food headwrap chicks

For real, real talk

I mean, I don’t really care

Ay, ay, I don’t even go over to Skeeters house unless I’m hungry,

stomach growling