Cam'ron Cookin Up Lyrics

Cookin Up lyrics

Red slippers red robe red kitchen red stove red pots runnin ahead cocked the on the feds probed,red stools red enf, red floor ya all fakers, red couch red crystal, red pepper and salt shakers, the red room red curtains, its summer squish so some respect what you expect thats a hundred icks, telescopes binoculars the feds hate my bynacula, from sellin coke im proper docked, that means im spectacular, they bitin like Tyson worse than that dracular, yo moms buy heroin wit no hands im smackin her,let me make ya places, Dane to Danes i made it rain now in the strip club the bengies turn to paper planes, im killa you Andre miller got a basic game, i told ya bitch to hurry up we don't wait for trains, im Derek jeter cause im in between the base my mane, and thats on lenix 7 for 8th ace of kings,salacers on calibers would do it louder bro, sledge hammer smash his melon im the black galiga, you know i dump mine on fake niggas one time, wack bitches rap snitches my life's a punch line, i spend a grip in bars, diamonds studded vicious cars, da 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 schooled her up.
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We pitchin we pitchin friction from mission to mission block to block half to half from kitchen to kitchen, we just cookin baby we just cookin up we just cookin up homie, we just cookin up.(x2)
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You done sold a bottle huh, im twistin a cap(Fagget) and im luxury girl come sit on my lap, her friends like don't go that shit is a trap, they'll have you trafficn' swallowin shit in smack, they 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 crack, I'm a true champ you glance 4 door two tramps fuck my money honey bring your food stamps, Go ahead you dance,a elephant to you ants, chain alaska, bracelet nebraska, crib 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 scorpion, cars order in flavors, you order from avis, come around me, why? they know my ora contagious, and im sorta courageous, plus the kid smart,forget bizmark, he gonna catch more than them vapors,next door at your neighbors they said all of you haters set you up the very moment i offered em paper, and the lord from the mayor, and my kicks university of Florida of couse they gators,

We pitchin we pitchin friction from mission to mission block to block half to half from kitchen to kitchen, we just cookin baby we just cookin up we just cookin up homie, we just cookin up.(x2)

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