They call me Chef Daddy because I keep all my babies happy, through my cooking I make it happen. Part time spitting, full time stacking, 24 / 7 mackin. At other chef’s I be laughin, while they be relaxing, I’m on da point, on da move like action. Culinary Arts is my passion. Sweet potatoes I am mashing. Flavor my food is never lacking. If you not feeling mines I’ll take it clapping. Fuck da yappin damn this shit is good is your reaction. Got your lips smackin you yelling pass me a napkin, on the low for seconds you be asking.
My peeps got to eat they get hungry riding in those jeeps. I’m going to hit’em sweet. Five
Star food and beats, and for those players on da creep Chef for Hire will you pussy deep!
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Ooooooh I’m good.
I cook for the hood.
Grill with that lava rocks and that mesquite wood.
I cook in black tims and hoods.
Propane gas, this ain’t no game.
What I cook bling bling.
Like the ice in my ring.
For something to eat I will have your stomach say my name.
Chef Daddy O.G.!
When I cook everybody’s happy.
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My cuisine is hip hop.
Yes hip hop has its own cuisine.
Founded by that chef that’s O.G. establish.
Deep rooted in street rules.
If you find it you keep it.
If you want it you take it.
I’m not a shame to say it.
I’m a persistent felon.
Started cooking when I was jailin.
Graduate culinary school when I was chillin.
Now I’m livin.
Winter find me in the back yard grillin.
Hip hop cuisine for short call it the lean.
Plays by its own rules.
Free style your dish.
Go off the top of the brain just from the shopping list.
Having that feeling the hood going to love this.
I had that feelin God be my witness.
Call me Chef Daddy cause I father this.
Save that riff.
To hip hop the lean is my gift.
If you eatin something other then this.
Then eat at your own risk.
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I do this for real, dinner parties, or just a meal for two hit me at chefdaddyog@aol.com or myspace.com/chefdaddyog check out da sneak peep of new my cook book on my blog. We go on tour too
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Chef Daddy O.G.
chefdaddyog@aol.com
Profile: An individual that works well with others is reliable and energetic.
Education: New York Restaurant School, New York, NY
August 1998 to Certificate of Culinary Arts – Dean’s List
July 1999 National Restaurant Association certificates
*Sanitation (ServSafe)
*Nutrition for Food Service Manager
Courses: *Basic Skills and Cooking Fundamentals
*Food Preparation and Production Method
*Advanced Culinary Techniques
*Practical Cooking for Restaurants
*Cake and Pastry Preparation
*Introduction to the Restaurant Business
Experience: Jimmy’s Uptown Grill (Under new management)
October 2003 to Montgomery, Al
Present *Executive Chef
January 2003 to Jimmy’s Uptown Grill
October 2003 Montgomery, Al
*Sous Chef
July 2002 to Copeland’s
January 2003 Montgomery, Al
*Line Cook (Sauté)
April 2001 Chef for Hire
To Present Yonkers, New York
*Executive Chef / Owner
September 1999 Pelham Bar and Grill
To April 2001 Pelham, New York
*Executive Chef – supervise staff training and orientation
Of new employees, scheduling, supervision of total kitchen
Operation, assist in ordering products and participates in
Daily workload.
May 1999 to Mesa Grill
August 1999 New York, NY
*Expo and Line Cook – duties include expediting meals
And cooking on the line.
April 1999 to Paramount Hotel
July 1999 New York, NY
*Internship
May 1987 to Alexander’s Department Store
July 1992 New York, NY
*Cook-preparation of lunch and dinner for corporate
Personnel.
August 1992 to Dr. Wesley H. Barry
August 1998 Montgomery, Al
*Personal Cook - Preparation of all meal. (Upon request)
Volunteer
Experience: Book Promotion for Bobby Flay’s “Boy Meets Grill”
May 1999 New York, NY
November 1998 James Beard House
New York, NY
Chef Larry Nicola of NICS
Beverly Hills, California
To da Blackman.
Motherfuck da Nazi and da Clan.
Its time to get off our ass and take a stand.
Let’s come together like five fingers on a hand.
Get plan, snap back like a rubber band.
Respect we must demand.
We were da first to walk Gods land.
Therefore we should be in command.
Giving your brother a hand.
Something to eat.
Shoes on his feet.
Black blood runs deep.
No defeat, no surrender.
Born to be a winner.
To busy hanging with sinners.
Can’t even buy a chicken dinner.
Da cream of da crop.
We belong on top.
But won’t get there unless we stop, da devils plot.
In hell shit is hot.
Like smoking rock.
Sniffing coke.
Doing dope.
Stop and we’ll have hope.
Da devil will be a joke.
No more black folks to poke.
Not an out law, but landlords, making laws.
Before da money is spent.
Let’s invest in a black president.
That’s rolling with us and not da white government.
You got da hint?
To da Blackman my words are sent!
Keep your heads bent, in player and we are gonna to get there.
Life is rough, but it’s fair.
Da devil wants you to believe its not.
To get God hot, take our spot, in heaven vacant our lot.
I hope you hear me, cause when they feel me, that’s when there’re are gonna to kill me.
God forgive me, and protect me.
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I’m not an angel, but bet I’m not no devil. Thank God I shook da cat before my body needed a shovel. God willing I know I can make it to heaven to one those seven levels. Yeah I still fuck up. But do more good to cover up! God said He would give one bad deed for one bad deed, and ten good deeds for one good deed. I’m hit Him with good deeds at God speed. In heaven get what you want, in this life you get what you need. You playing ball with da Devil, when you fucking with that power and greed.
God you my witness, translating your words into gangsta is my business. Amen!
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I’m so thuged out; this cooking game got me turned out. Culinary Arts I’m about to turn it out. I represent da street, I’m going to tell you again I cook to beats. Ain’t nothing sweet, but how I hold my chef knife, my knife skills is nice, from julienne to small dice. Graduate Culinary college, worked da line, Executive chef, I paid da
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My Dude
I feel ya! Thanks for da “21 gun salute.” Just doing my chefin thing. Getting that loot. The other day chillin with Flip and Snoop. We miss you out the loop. Do Westchester County Jail still keep that water hot for that cup of soup? What’s up with your man Coup?
Yo! That nigga Boomer may he rest in peace. They say he went to bed and woke up dead. Took too many dope bags to the head. Yeah Boomer is dead, that’s what I said! O.D. off that pee. I really think he is where he wants to be. Out the game, free. He fool me, I just knew he would go out in violence. Now a moment of silence.
Me I’m just taking one day at a time. Thanks to Allah everything is fine. Staying away from crime, every day still a grind, but got piece of mind. Strong spine, my lady doing fine. Inshallah I’m going to get mines, guarantee to shine. Keeping you in mind, body, and soul.
Damn! I’m getting old, but my gun game is just as bold. Still full a nigga full of holes, but now I know when to roll and when to fold. A spot in my heart for you I will hold. You wroth your weight in gold. I’ll send you some long johns cause up North it gets cold.
One!
Chef Daddy O.G.
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Da fame and da shame of a drug dearler.
Dealing with da stress and shame.
Walking da yard in da rain to camouflage my tears of pain.
Promise me cash and fame.
Da drug game call and I came.
Like a slave I was tame and chain.
On da Day of Judgment my soul will swing and hang.
I must be insane.
Before I even get to hell.
I’ll spend da rest of my life in jail.
At first it was fun, moving tons, carried a gun.
Kill a mother’s son, then another one, and another one.
More money, more murder to come.
I was da man for da moment, stunted, and flaunted, for da loot taunted, FBI wanted, memories haunted.
A drug dealer is a killer of his own kind, blind talking about I gotta get mines.Leaving dead and crack babies behind.
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Words to my first born.
Pray for forgiveness before you are gone life is not long.
Destiny is written in stone.
When God calls pick up the phone.
Here today gone tomorrow.
Never steal beg or borrow.
Keep it real in all your deals.
Know when to chill, how to ill, protect your grill.
Look before you leap.
The fall may be deep.
Stand on your own two feet.
Remember you not the only one the creep.
Make sure your kids eat.
Beware of the streets.
Keep legit heat.
When I’m gone don’t weep.
From heaven I will peep.
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Boy stop crying, you four years old now, you not no baby, you a little man now.
My grand son, you shine like da sun.
When you get old enough to understand, how short life is, I’m going to teach you how to bust your gun, keep them haters on da run. Your heart pumps my blood, you a thug.
Grand pa going to teach you how to show love.
If a nigga violate, wear a hood and gloves.
Hold your mama and your little brother down.
My father was never around, like me you might have to wear da crown.Back ‘em down, hold your ground, run your town.
Pray to God; give him his shout outs, next life you want him to look out.
Happy birthday!
One!
Grand Pa
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Even as little pup, knee high to a duck I had to know what’s up.
At thirteen my first fuck, at fourteen feen for the green.
They said I was too young to pitch with the neighbor drug team, but respect and cream is my dream at fourteen.
So I got a gun, give everything to the ones daily, or get run. You know how it’s going down, kiss the ground, or catch a hole in your crown.
Back then, long barrel, nickel plated, with 38 caliber rounds. I use love that sound when cocking the hammer.
Born in Alabama, came to New York when I was six, in the mix up in the Bronx.
Second day a vick, a kid little older, at that time bolder, stuck me for my candy, with a knife he had handy.
Took it right out of my hand while I stand in shocked, that day I became hard as a rock
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Damn son I can’t lie, god knows I morn we you pass on.
Cried like a girl.
Not realizing you not gone.
You just moved on.
Like that cat from star wars Obi-wan you with the force there for the force is with in me.
You are that driving force with in me.
Man I hope the world eyes is open so they can see what am about to be.
Gucci smile yo boy is cooking on TV.
You will for ever live with in me.R.I.P
God is Da Man,that’s what we must come to understand. He said, “You plan and they plan, but know I’m best of all planers.” He is calling da shots; our life is on his clock. Before we are even born, our birth and our death are already writing in stone.
A young man, he never drink, he never smoke, never did dope, very healthy, straight athlete. NFL bound, running back, he was good with his feet, like A. I. on da basketball court, this kid was doing cross over’s in cleats, in a few years, he just knew he was going to have da world at his feet, and at a young age of 19 his heart skip a beat, he has a heart attack and he is gone. It knock his kin folk off there feet, he was they hero, through him they just knew they was going to finally eat. He was so healthy, they, couldn’t understand how he could just drop dead. It was just his time
My father eat what he wanted, smoke what he want, shit make a long story short my father ball every day. When he got older, the days that he didn’t ball, he was resting from balling. Some would say, all that balling caught up to him. My father made to 66, it was not da balling, if that was da case. Long time before this he would have been falling. It was just his time.
Who I’m I to question God’s plan? knowing that I keep a open mind, visualize him some where getting his shine, every day its on and popping, no more widow shopping, tags I can see him popping, sakes 5th ave, Neiman Marcus, he in heaven department store hopping, by me believing that, I can keep it rocking, until da angel of death be at my door knocking. Every time I close my eyes, im going see his face, feeling good because I can see him watching. For sure I’m going to mourn, but not because he pass on, because I’m going to miss him.
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A thug prayer!
God protect me.
Haters want to wet me.
Feds trying to catch me.
Bad times stress me.
Smoke dust like a chimney.
Money temps me.
Shoot until clips empty.
Never at ease.
Family tree is deep with murderers and thieves.
Live expensively.
Dick suck lovely, on there knees.
Thirsty in front of me.
Extort daily, pimps and drug dealers exclusively.
God have mercy!
I’m dead wrong, trying to get it right before I’m gone.
Da devil waiting to roast my bones, fire and brim stones.
Oh God please bring me home, where I belong!
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