Lyrics
So here's a recipe to make the perfect pizza. Yeah, straight out the hood kitchen. Check the flavor ! (Yeah, hear what the Kal is cookin' !!) Yeah, we runnin' these streets but we rule the kitchen, No fake-ass delivery, no time for switchin'. My crew in the back while I'm throwing it up, Spinning the dough till it's big as a truck... We don't do that thick crust, that's strictly for fools, We keeping it classic, ain't breaking the rules. Got the red sauce drippin' like blood on the concrete, Finest tomato blend, making the block heat. Lay down the cheese like we stacking the green, The baddest Neapolitan you ever seen. We light up the fire, the block is ablaze, Baking this pie in a ninety-second daze... We slicing it up like we cutting a deal, This ain't for the weak, this is heavy and real. My homies are starving, we eating tonight, The pizza is hot and the flavor is right. Yeah. Street royalty. From the pavement to the plate, we don't play. Grab your slice, watch your back. N'politan style, that's how we represent. Yeah. Street royalty. From the pavement to the plate, we don't play. Grab your slice, watch your back. N'politan style, that's how we represent. Now let’s clear the air and talk about these tragic mistakes, These garbage-tier pies that the fake chefs bake. First off, Chicago, man, you out of your mind? You call that a pizza? You must be deaf, dumb, and blind! A pool of heavy soup sitting inside a deep trench, Yeah, I'm taking a dump on your whole deep dish, 'Cause the crust is too thick and it tastes like a bitch, It takes an hour to bake, and it leaves a bad stench. You need a knife and a fork just to eat a damn slice? Man, get that weak mess out of here, I won't tell you twice. And don't get me started on that fruit on the dough, Hawaiian pineapple pizza? Hell no, that gotta go! In French they call it ananas, but the flavor is trash, Tastes like straight garbage mixed with a whole ass! Putting warm, slimy fruit next to cheese and the meat? That’s a criminal offense on the laws of the street! Keep your pineapples strictly in a tropical drink, 'Cause on top of a pie, man, it makes the whole block blink. That sweet and savory garbage is a total disgrace, If you bring that to my crib, I’mma slam the door in your face! Yeah. Street royalty. From the pavement to the plate, we don't play. Grab your slice, watch your back. N'politan style, that's how we represent. Yeah. Street royalty. From the pavement to the plate, we don't play. Grab your slice, watch your back. N'politan style, that's how we represent.