название:

Cookin' Up


автор:

Cam'ron


жанры: hip-hop, rap
альбомы: Crime Pays
рейтинг: ★★★★★ / 4.8 / 779 просмотров
Red slippers, red robe, red kitchen, red stove
Red pots, one in the head cocked, one the on the feds probe
Red stools, red inf, red floor, your all fakers
Red couch, red crystal, red pepper and salt shakersThe red room, red curtains, it's summer squish
Show some respect, what you expect that's a hundred inch
Telescopes, binoculars, the feds hate my bynacula
From sellin' coke I'm proper docked that means I'm spectacularThey bitin' like Tyson, worse than that dracular
Ya moms buy heroin wit no hands I'm smackin' her
Let me make ya plane, since dane to danes I made it rain
Now in the strip club the Benjies turn to paper planesI'm lilla, you Andre Miller, got a basic game
I told ya bitch to hurry up, we don't wait for trains
I'm Derek Jeter, 'cause I'm in between the base my mane
And that's on Lennox, 7 for 8th ace of kingsSilencers on calibers would do it louder bro
Sledge hammer, smash his melon I'm the black galicka
You know I dump mine on fake niggas one time
Wack bitches, rat snitches, my life's a punch lineI spend a grip in bars, diamonds studded, vicious cars
Tha hoes, ask Joe, we audition ours
I hope you make the cut, pop ya puss, move ya butt
Ruger up, think we from Houston we done screwed her upWe pitchin', we pitchin', friction from mission to mission
Block to block, ave. to ave., from kitchen to kitchen
We just cookin' up baby, we just cookin' up
We just cookin' up homie, we just cookin' upWe pitchin', we pitchin', friction from mission to mission
Block to block, ave. to ave., from kitchen to kitchen
We just cookin' up baby, we just cookin' up
We just cookin' up homie, we just cookin' upYou don' sold a bottle, huh, I'm twistin' ya cap
And I'm luxury girl, come sit on my lap
Her friends like, don't go that shit is a trap
They'll have you trafficn' swallowin', shittin' smackThey pigeons in fact, how you gonna listen to that?
You the fliest one in your crew, them bitches is wack
Started to smile like you knew this shit was a wrap
Her friends was right tho, she gonna be pitchin' some crackI'm a true champ, you glance, 4 door, 2 tramps
Fuck my money honey, bring your food stamps
Go ahead, you dance, a elephant to you ants
Chain, Alaska, Bracelet, NebraskaCrib, well disaster
42 plasmas, royal blue Laurie, shorty you bastard
Only thing I don't know, what resort we in
I tell a bitch, "Get over here", like scorpionCars, order in flavors, you order from avis
Come around me why? They know my ora contagious
And I'm sorta courageous, plus the kid smart
Forget Bizmark, he gonna catch more than them vaporsNext door at your neighbors, they said all of you haters
Set you up the very moment, I offered 'em paper
In the North I'm the Mayor and my kicks
The University of Florida, of course they gatorsWe pitchin', we pitchin', friction from mission to mission
Block to block, ave. to ave., from kitchen to kitchen
We just cookin' up baby, we just cookin' up
We just cookin' up homie, we just cookin' upWe pitchin', we pitchin', friction from mission to mission
Block to block, ave. to ave., from kitchen to kitchen
We just cookin' up baby, we just cookin' up
We just cookin' up homie, we just cookin' up
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