Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cook, artist - Fatlip. Album song The Loneliest Punk, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 22.04.2008
Record label: Delicious Vinyl
Song language: English
Cook |
| Seen you in the club, doing the rub-a-dub |
| Looking for some trouble having fun |
| Laughing, giggling, with your ass wiggling |
| Thinking to myself, hell yeah she’s the one |
| Young and tender, slender, far from Ugly- |
| Lovely- female gender |
| I send ya a drink from across the bar, wink-wink, I’m feeling up to par |
| So I approach you, like I’m supposed to |
| Cause you’re the type I like to get close to |
| Go back to my chateaus |
| For a late night night snack sip a little Merlot |
| Blackened salmon salad with croûtons |
| Conversate 'til dawn on a fifty dollar futon |
| Me and you 'til the sunrise |
| I’m looking in your eyes, thinking of your thighs |
| Hey baby do you think maybe |
| That one day you could be my lady? |
| You look good, can you cook? |
| Let me put your number in my phone book |
| First date, large, it look great |
| Five star spot, five hundred a plate |
| Play the role like I’m ballin' |
| Your body callin' |
| So I spend a little Cash Money like a nigga from New Orleans |
| I see you fallin' for the old Fatlip charm |
| Feelin my arm, checking my strength |
| Feeling my leg |
| Checking my length, uh |
| Hot damn you a dime like one tenth of a dollar |
| Lookin' like a young Paula Abdul |
| Fools follow you try to holla, at you |
| That’s you ain’t nothing new |
| Beautiful way back molested at two |
| But I don’t really care about the past |
| I just want this thing right here to last |
| I mastered my dick |
| Don’t get enthusiastic |
| Or blast too quick and bust off too fast |
| Hey baby do you think maybe |
| That one day you could be my lady? |
| You look good, can you cook? |
| Let me put your number in my phone book |
| I just want to talk to you right here baby… |
| What’s going on with you… |
| Naw, I seen, I seen you, I seen you the other night. |
| You know what I’m saying… |
| I wanted to, uh, get at you or whatever… |
| But you know (check it out)… |
| See I need you |
| See, see we do |
| Anything you please |
| I’ll be your Hercules |
| (Anything you please, I’ll be your Hercules) |
| Please, I ain’t too proud to beg |
| (Please, I ain’t too proud to beg) |
| Sick of tricking dough on hoes spending an arm and a leg |
| (Sick of tricking dough on hoes spending an arm and a leg) |
| Drinking all alone Coronas by the keg |
| I vaguely recall the last call I received |
| Or exactly when my last ejaculation was achieved |
| Without the assist of a hole in my fist |
| It’s almost as if sex doesn’t exist |
| But that’s only half of the whole thing |
| I need a queen to respect the king |
| Wear my ring, bear my offspring |
| Bring me meals morning and evening |
| Hey baby do you think maybe |
| That one day you could be my lady? |
| You look good, can you cook? |
| Let me put your number in my phone book |