Chef Roblé

The Food Tang – Watch The Stove Pt. 1 from TMI on Vimeo.

Peep the lyrics to “Grubbin’ Problems” below:

Grubbin’ Problems

Lyrics by Food-Tang Clan (Ché “Gravy,” J. Brewster and Roblé Ali)

Produced by Aahmek Richards

CHORUS:

I love mad dishes that’s my grubbin’ problem

And yeah I like to munch I got a grubbin’ problem

I love mad dishes that’s my grubbin’ problem

And yeah I like to munch I got a grubbin’ problem

I love mad dishes that’s my grubbin’ problem

And yeah I like to munch I got a grubbin’ problem

If cooking wack chicken is your girlfriend’s problem

Then bring your girl to the kitchen I’m sure we can solve it

Hold up

Get ya sushi now

Holy guacamole oye gimme gimme lime

Hot pan on the stove

Watch it simmer down

Ooh baby I like it raw

Like tartare or carpacciyao huh

Taste that

Want not eat

Never met a young chef fresh like me

All these muddashuckahs wanna chef like me

Grilling scones in a dome I should chef tai chi

‘Cuz I’m the Grilla

The grilla ninja

Like how u figure

Getting truffles

And stuffing chickens

She’s frying livers for her dishes

I bought my ninjas

They getting forks and ‘bout to dig in

And get to piggin

All in and

They say my frying pan look like licorice

But least a ninja grilling fish

I be stuffing foie in turducken stuffing gras

Turn the duck out

Have the chicken stuffing foie

FEAST

I love mad dishes that’s my grubbin’ problem

Treats

And yeah I like to munch I got a grubbin’ problem

Beast

I love mad dishes that’s my grubbin’ problem

And yeah I like to munch I got a grubbin’ problem

I love mad dishes that’s my grubbin’ problem

And yeah I like to munch I got a grubbin’ problem

If cooking wack chicken is your girlfriend’s problem

Then bring your girl to the kitchen I’m sure we can solve it

Ooo I know you love it when the meat is on

Make you think about them recipes you been readin’ on

Make you think about all of them dinners you been feedin’ on

Got a feelin’ these the same dudes we been speakin’ on

Oh word

Ain’t heard Food-Tang, who you sleepin’ on

You should print the lyrics out ‘n have a l’il read along

And a l’il eat along

Hope you brought some sweets along

What you brought?

then jusss

That’s a Twinkle. I thought Hostess was gone.

Then jusss

Swoop down ‘n get your seagull on

Or maybe we can stare up at the stars

Get some cheezle on

All them foods u talkin’ ‘bout is not up for discussion

I will chip in on the turkey if Roble is makin’ stuffing

If the gravy ain’t made by Che I’ll look and I won’t touch it

Thanksgiving there was Kiku pie ‘n Bleezie left me nuffin’

Thanks Lord

I don’t say the grace often

‘Cuz when foods on the table I mute, I ain’t talkin’

I FEAST

CHORUS

Yeah girl, this the finale

She Iike chill cheese fries

Yeah they come from Rally’s

She like her chicken good

Chicken waffles in the Valley

Gladys Knight’s in Atlanta

Roscoe’s out in Cali

Now

Got your chick on my line

Chicken on the brine

The irony I marinate ’em at the same time

Lookin’ at this salmon as if she could resist

Chick, I know you want this fish

Girl, I’m a chef, a star

I’ll use two chopsticks to unlatch that bra

Every chick you see me with way above par

Raw oysters, sashimi plus tuna tartare

Cook ‘em all! Mad seafood on a stove top

Them boys did their thing when they watch the stove drop

Young Clooney

He gone please ya

Swalla

Snack

I’ll feed ya

FEAST

CHORUS

So… Do you Hate It Or Love It?