I’ma teach you two ways to cook.
Carbonara so good, you’ll make the bitches look.
I ain’t playing around. This is real shit.
This the type of shit that make yo momma gon’ sit,
at the dinner table. She won’t eat no bagels.
She gon’ eat that healthy pesto.
But naw, man. She ain’t eating no pesto.
Make her eat that carbonara pasto.
(We out here, cooking healthy food.
A hundred percent legit; we’ll make you drool.
Keep it clean, but still real mean.
Killin’ on the beat. Marinating that beef.
Keisuke, rhyming on the track.
At the same time, he be facilitating a class.
Elevate your mind. Open your eyes.
Listen real close. Cook hard like a boss.)
Let me split it up. We got two ways.
Cooking from scratch, or relying on a base.
Find it beautiful. Use Alfredo.
Mix in white wine. Everything fine.
On the other hand, we start off from scratch.
Instead of grilled chicken, bring in that bacon.
Maple bacon rhymes with Akon….
…..yeah.
Start with scratch; bring in 4 eggs, cheese.
Quarter cup whipping cream, and Italian parsley.
Spaghetti, bring a pound. Half pound bacon.
Teaspoon of olive oil. Salt and pepper.
Salt in cold water. Cover pot. Heat.
Diced bacon. Cook a quarter hour. Meat.
Ten minutes; cook the ghetti. Tender to the bite.
Eggs, cheese, cream, olive oil. Whisk. Mix.
Switch it up, to the second recipe.
Bring out the dry, the white, the wine, the cup, the one—
—third is the only thing you need.
At the same time, take that jar of Bertolli.
Bring out a tablespoon of olive oil.
Four boneless chicken pieces. One small onion.
Take out a single strip of fine-ass bacon.
Moan like crazy, we gon’ make her.
Heat the oil in a skillet.
Cook the chicken. Golden brown. Yeah, we winning.
Onion and bacon in that same damn skillet.
Stir six minutes. Add the wine. Cook a minute.
Drop the Alfredo, boil over high heat.
Reduce heat to low. Chicken back in the skillet.
Simmer 5 minutes. Sprinkle in that pepper.
Feel the power. Scarface. Hefner.
And that’s the way you cook the pasta.
And now you feeling like the master.
And now you rolling marijuana.
And now you feeling like a gangster.
And now you know how it goes.
Two recipes. One pasta.
Carbonara.
Muthafucka.