Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Cook Up, artist - Apollo Brown. Album song Dice Game, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.11.2012
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
The Cook Up |
| Why hungry arms |
| Why the hungry arms give me all the love I need? |
| I was just a young fella when I saw the older dudes getting money on the block |
| With softball knots |
| Pitching to the hitters, names got bigger |
| Till the lady on the corner hit the cops |
| Lights on |
| The roaches scatter |
| I don’t walk the path of your ordinary rapper |
| I’m loading up the clapper looking dapper |
| Rings on my bitch slappers |
| Snow season in your crib with my Nike’s on |
| Why sacrifice when I can sacrifice you? |
| Like the rat you are amongst pythons |
| I’m cold blooded |
| Robin Hood style |
| My dawg Chance hit a lick and had the whole crew flooded |
| Top brass |
| Bring it to any weight class |
| Wild and fearless, scheming whoever should break bad |
| Watch me operating like Wayne State grab with the cook up straight from the lab |
| It’s the cook up |
| Cook up, cook up, cook up, cook up, cook up |
| Cooking up |
| I was just a young man when I saw the smoking bitches |
| Getting money off the twat |
| With golf ball knots |
| Rolling with the swingers |
| Pockets got greener |
| Till the lady on the corner called the cops |
| Lights on |
| The roaches scatter |
| My peoples known to bring it to the places where you gather |
| No regard for stature, they’ll get at ya |
| Rings on my chin tappers |
| Summer season in your crib with my Nike’s on |
| I’m pass the hype |
| So whatever I do |
| It’s a fact I starred amongst icons |
| You don’t cut it |
| I fathered your style you ain’t advanced |
| With the shit and now you know who run it |
| My style |
| Bringing it till we rake cash |
| Crowd is fearless, meaning whoever we make mad |
| Can watch me operate like a U. of D. grad |
| With the cook up straight from the lab |