Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Benihana’ by 2 Chainz. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 2 Chainz or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
I had P’s, I had keys and them shits don’t open doors
Got a house full of tanned white girls, Jersey Shore
Got a thing for Ferraris, Lamborghinis I adore
And I treat em like my bitches, in and out ’em like they whores
I say I love the way you grind but you shine even better
When I take the time to shine I’m on my grind even better
Plug got me hyper than Valejo, they say they got the yayo
They say it’s weighin’ up like a big bag of potatoes
Something ’bout them Fritos, do something to my ego
Damn right I’m talkin’ chips like a big bag of Doritos
Whip that pistol and that work all day, Three Amigos
What would it take to brighten up your day? Thirty kilos
I used to serve to cluckers so you don’t know me sucka
I ain’t no Tiger Woods, I took them golf balls to Augusta
I hit the highway, Rush Hour, Chris Tucker
I’m ridin’ dolo, Lethal Weapon, Danny Glover
I know it’s gotta make you wonder, my chain lightning and thunder
Ten years in the game, now how he keep from going under
The money in my bag smell like blow and marijuana
I’ll whip it right here in your face, Benihana
Whip it right here in your face, Benihana
Don’t make me whip it right here in your face, Benihana
Gotta make you wonder, keep from going under
I’ll whip it right here in your face, Benihana
Let’s get it, hah! Paula Deen, we in the kitchen nigga (kitchen nigga)
Hey! I’m at Gio’s cookin’ chicken nigga
Huh! Greg Maddux, yeah we pitchin’ nigga
They call him Frank Lucas ’cause he snitchin’ nigga
Spot, doin numbers, got a valet car
Hour 30 minute wait, gotta stand at a bar
No shirt, iced out, hoe, Liberace
Stand up over the stove, cook it right in front you, Hibachi
Nigga try to repeat the recipe but they some shrimps
I’m a don, nothin’ but lobster for the mobster
Fish fish fish, yeah salmon, want beef, nigga what’s happenin’?
Cook you well done, filet mignon
Scramble the eggs, chop the onions
Shit stink, baby say it smell like Funions
Rocko the Chef, no Raekwon though
Karate chop that chicken, Taekwondo
I know it’s gotta make you wonder, my chain lightning and thunder
Ten years in the game, now how he keep from going under
The money in my bag smell like blow and marijuana
I’ll whip it right here in your face, Benihana
Whip it right here in your face, Benihana
Don’t make me whip it right here in your face, Benihana
Gotta make you wonder, keep from going under
I’ll whip it right here in your face, Benihana
Let’s get it, hah! Paula Deen, we in the kitchen nigga (kitchen nigga)
Hey! I’m at Gio’s cookin’ chicken nigga
Huh! Greg Maddux, yeah we pitchin’ nigga
They call him Frank Lucas ’cause he snitchin’ nigga
Fire fire fire, killed him double life
Sea food combination, give me double rice
Poltergeist got your girl freakin’ out
Put me on a box of Arm and Hammer, f*ck a Wheaties box
City locked and I got my semi cocked
Pull up in that motherfucker with the titties out
Put me on the block, bet I’m sellin’ out
Put me on a boat, yeah I’m sailing out
Got my bank account hyperventilating
If I say f*ck you that mean I’m penetrating
Real nigga shit, I represent the south side
I spell it with a F and the F stand for fire
I know it’s gotta make you wonder, my chain lightning and thunder
Ten years in the game, now how he keep from going under
The money in my bag smell like blow and marijuana
I’ll whip it right here in your face, Benihana
Whip it right here in your face, Benihana
Don’t make me whip it right here in your face, Benihana
Gotta make you wonder, keep from going under
I’ll whip it right here in your face, Benihana
Let’s get it, hah! Paula Deen, we in the kitchen nigga (kitchen nigga)
Hey! I’m at Gio’s cookin’ chicken nigga
Huh! Greg Maddux, yeah we pitchin’ nigga
They call him Frank Lucas ’cause he snitchin’ nigga