Intro (The Cook Kids) Yeah yeah yeah yeah So...I'm eating my scrambled eggs this morning And then I think about it I'm the mayor of the city Yo where
the 4 Where I don't gotta kick your door and ask for more Where I don't gotta dig your floor and look for raw Where I don't gotta serve no heads Cook
stopping 'til my money is long, So much dough, them hoes will think I'm rocking money cologne. Have a model at the crib waiting, "Honey, I'm home." Cooking
the clip just to make that 70 show like ashton kutcher Nigga you at war with sharks the government team Will leave you airless/heirless like jordan sparks
Yo, there ain't no place like home, place like home Ain't no place like home Uh, I feel like Dorothy so I tries it Kicks my heels but my Jordans wouldn
rocks to cops I know every base head from here to the wasteland With key, and connects me and Cease the vets Sell water from the cook pot, ain't that
royalties, Down with the King...! [Run] None of y'all really made money Like DJ Run and came the run And played the Garden like Jordan You never
and whinin' when I'm climbin I be doin' groups like Troup body rockin' H Town or Horace Brown, watch out now Babyface can pay da rent and cook me five
like the Beegees sold And I don't really need a chauffeur, I don't need a maid or a cook Just a vacuum cleaner and coasters And I can cook and clean
on her feet Don't front for me, you kids is not ballin? If you is then why is your wiz on my dick like I'm Jordan? Ties swollen for no man with bold
in Fuck what you believe in, you real fake Fishin' in the same lake Eatin' off the same cake You blowface Who got that ready cooked, synthetic look
in the kitchen and they cooking it row Realisting feams like stitches with the hooker in they chow Fuck the law, man, I'm known for cooking it row 'Til
(jordan/walsh) (anglo-pic music co.ltd.) If you've ever been down to new orleans Then you can understand just what I mean All through the week it's as
niggas mad at me, just because they girls dig me I got so many clothes, I dress fresher than most hoes So many shoes, I give Michael Jordan the blues
young nigga what I was laid I hamma dosage [Chorus] [Hell Rell] For that paper snatch you daughter up Cruise pulling Porches up Cam I'm hungry now go head and kick your Air Jordans
I went to school with Voodoo Child, Spex fam? and Ladi 6 8:30 sharp at the alley on Carisbrook We might be late yo but we have to wait for Cook Back
Everybody everybody selling coke boy Everybody everybody selling coke boy [Bootleg] Everybody everybody growing up it was broke until we got introduced to the coke bought some ... and some Jordans
else but us two When I'm laying around with you When I'm laying around with you What I wouldn't give to... What I wouldn't give to Cook you dinner
