Mama’s Fried Kitchen

{scratching vinyl} Yeah,

we headin' down to mama's house

You know what time it is Put that paper plate down

{smooth bassline entry}

Rolling down the boulevard,

Sunday afternoon Hungry for that recipe,

coming real soon Pulling in the driveway,

smell it through the screen Best golden batter that you've ever seen

Mama in the kitchen with the grease on high No fast food

joint could ever compete or try (mmm)

{classic MPC drum groove} Crispy on the outside,

juicy in the middle Mama cooking chicken on the stovetop griddle Grab

a glass of sweet tea,

take a seat and chill Down at mama's house,

yeah, you know you get your fill (oh yeah) {soaring synthesizer line}

She got the cornbread steaming,

hot on the side collard greens simmering,

cooked with pride

Hot sauce dripping from the wing to the plate No time to

talk, no time to wait My cousins in the corner trying to

steal a thigh Mama grabs the wooden spoon,

tells 'em 'nice try' (hahaha)

{funky guitar

strums}

Crispy on the outside,

juicy in the middle Mama cooking chicken on the stovetop griddle Grab

a glass of sweet tea,

take a seat and chill Down at mama's house,

yeah, you know you get your fill (that's right)

{synth whistle melody}

Yeah, save me that drumstick

Mama's kitchen, ain't nothing like it

90s style, G-funk for the soul (mmmm-mmm)

{music gradually fades, leaving just the vinyl crackle and bass}