The Recipe Songtext
von DJ REAL

When I saw you on your paper route
You were like walking and collecting money from some trashy moms
You said, "Yo Purple Pants, can you substitute?"
I said in my head
"Only if I can take you to all of my proms." I wouldn′t trade her for a pound of rice
Even if rice was our currency
I can't believe that she speaks to me
Why is she good at calligraphy
If I made a girl, she′d be the recipe


Why is Rhode Island over there?
She has taught me a lot of things
You should hear her when she sings
She can resize all kinds of rings
If I had my way, she'd be in my scenery

She is the recipe
Why's she gotta be the recipe?
Don′t mess with the recipe