Ital-You-Can-Eat Curly Castro (Ft. ​billy woods)

[Intro: Curly Castro]
Yeah, I’m starving. I’m in the studio all night, yeah. Is anything open, it’s late? Yo, what’s that over there? Sign’s flashing, yo. Hey Woods, man. Yo, come on, man. Come with me to the store. Man, I need to get something to eat, for real. Alright, let’s go. Alright, bet. Here we go

[Verse 1: Curly Castro]
Step into the ital spot act cocky
Stomach on growl like face from Hank Shocklee
Came here on the humble sign, neon-green open
Finally made my mind up on the last thing smoking
Now I’m feeling irie, my turn at the counter
Dread look me up and down could suck his teeth louder
Get over my spectacles, menu on my browser
Him like “wha yuh wan, we close anotha hour?”
Now I’m on the clock, attitude free of charge
I ask another question, I’m met with a “oh Lawd!
You should be on yuh order instead yuh wanna talk
Fine, how ya motha, how ya fatha, how ya dog?”
I’m like, “son I may be Yankee still I spit rum
Pow Bajan, second-coming Buju Banton”
All the wickedness and bickering, the clock still ticking
And I’m done with this fucking, gimme the jerk chicken

[Chorus: Curly Castro (& Elucid)]
Fuck chicken, get money (when I)
Fuck kitchens, get money (when I)
Fuck chicken, get money (when I)
Fuck kitchens, get money (when I)