Lyrics

Come here wipe your feet, sit down have a seat Prepare for the feast as I get down to the beef it's been a long week and you need an escape in here there's no beef except the beef on your plate It's all a piece and a place no reason to hate after the four course meal we'll be eatin' some cake and sipin' some grape, fine wine with crepe's give thanks to the fool bow your head and say grace let your mind ease and let your soul be free relax for the eave with the pros and me I flow you see cause im the rap proprietor these jazz licks breeze through these vast coridors we in the jam with friends and fam feelin' grand in the house like Ed McMahon
Writer(s): Charmaine Elaine Sylvers, Dana L. Meyers, Nidra Elizabeth Beard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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