[Verse 1: Rowdy ghetto-house male MC, ghetto-house barked bars, raw drum machine, pounding kick] Ten o'clock, doors open, cart with no list Saturday lunch and I never once missed I ain't paid for lunch on a Saturday in years Got the map in my head and the route is clear Aisle two, cheese cubes, cheddar and the swiss Then the pizza bite lady by the freezer, sis Aisle five got a meatball in a little paper cup Aisle seven got the coffee and I'm waking up Aisle nine, that's Lorraine with the chicken on a stick Toothpick in my teeth and I'm moving real quick Little juice to wash it, little cookie for the road Push an empty cart so I look like I'm loaded Then I swap my hat in the bathroom by the tires Come back round the corner like a brand new buyer [Hook: Rowdy ghetto-house male MC, full drums, deep thumping bass] Hit the second lap in a different hat Same cheese, same cup, where the samples at Toothpick, toothpick, aisle nine Second lap and the lunch is mine [Verse 2: Rowdy ghetto-house male MC, faster ghetto-house barked bars, sharp claps] Three years deep and I'm a legend on the floor Security guard just nods at the door Little kids follow me, they learning the way Grandmas taking notes on my Saturday Lorraine at the chicken been watching me long Never said a word, never did me wrong But this week, lap three, she reached for my wrist And I thought it was over, I'm banned, I'm dismissed Picture on the wall by the register, wanted Free sample bandit, the store been haunted Then she leaned in close and she gave me a grin Said baby, I'm retiring, you want in [Hook: Rowdy ghetto-house male MC, full drums, deep thumping bass] Hit the second lap in a different hat Same cheese, same cup, where the samples at Toothpick, toothpick, aisle nine Second lap and the lunch is mine [Bridge: Rowdy ghetto-house male MC, open-hat flood, the open hi-hats flood every beat, ghetto-house barked bars] Now I'm in the apron and the hairnet, proud Chicken on a toothpick for the Saturday crowd And I see a little man in a hat coming back I say go ahead, brother, I respect the lap Lorraine on a lawn chair down in Florida, free Every Saturday she texts me, save a stick for me [Final Hook: Rowdy ghetto-house male MC, full drums, deep thumping bass, raw full voice] Hit the second lap in a different hat Same cheese, same cup, where the samples at Toothpick, toothpick, aisle nine Second lap and the lunch is mine [End]
