Denaun, Pharoahe Monch, Royce da 5'9" - Cooking lyrics

(Cooking) Hey! (Cooking) Hey!
(Cooking) Hey! (Cooking) Hey!

I said, "Made niggas, got maids
Serving broads on trays"
Me and my niggas got bars, we
(Cooking) Barbecue on fire, we (Cooking)
Me and my niggas got bars, we
(Cooking) Me and my niggas got bars
We (Cooking) me and my niggas got bars, we
(Cooking) Me and my niggas got bars
We (Cooking)

Yup, yup, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah!
I I I showed ya how to stunt
(yeah) , I turned you into a pimp (yeah!?)
My whole hood here, it's been a good year
My bank account's on blimp!
Your girl said, she want my cock
I told you she ain't talkin' 'about no shrimp
Nigga, everything in my notebook dope


It's like I'm writing on hemp
Out of this world, comes a good
Ho, said she won't gag, bet she won't choke
Call me anything, but don't call me
Broke, I'll rock him bitch
"I Ain't No Joke"
S heeeit, don't believe? Just forget
It, you're so pathetic, yes I said it
Equifax nigga, check your credit
Or ask Doc dre, he can settle it
The way I fold your weed
I been dope, my kinfolk, is like En' Vogue
Never get the feeling that I
Invoke, I'm coming for mine, plus tenfold

You ain't gotta wonder, what I'm
Doing in your city, , or spread your titties
Double D's? (yeah) Double these, man go
You don't want no trouble please
Look, every time you rap? - Tumbleweed, look
Every time I rap? One of these
Ladies, shoot they shot
They show me what they think I'm missing
Shit, if you can't stand the heat
Then get THE HELL UP OUT MY KITCHEN!
(awgh) cause i'm cooking!
I said, "Made niggas, got maids
Serving broads on trays"
Me and my niggas got bars, we
(Cooking) Barbecue on fire, we (Cooking)
Me and my niggas got bars, we
(Cooking) Me and my niggas got bars
We (Cooking) me and my niggas got bars, we
(Cooking) Me and my niggas got bars
We (Cooking)

I give the people more than
(what they asking for)
Me and my niggas (got cash to blow)
Why I gotta be (the best rapper fo'?)
When my whole team rap better than yours

I'mma take that as a compliment
(yeah!?) I'm the new rapper apocalypse (yeah)
This is the end of the world as you know it
Attack and Hip-Hop is the populace
Bitches is twerkin' it, poppin' it
Guns in the video not as the prop
Cause right after they shoot
Me I'm poppin' it
(POP-POP-POP) , I'm not irrelevant
Or relevant, I'm more like reverend
Even when they rebuke me, i'm profiting
I may mislead to you think that I
Don't roll differently like this hoopty
I'm hopping in
Po-po behind me, I already made up my mind
I won't go for no homi'
Therefore, anything that you could
Put on paper
My lawyers will take and twist into origami
Whip on Ashantis
I just broke up with the chick of your dreams
So now to me she a ho, now
To me though I wish her well
She's someone I wouldn't wish on nobody
Trapping to me and, trapping to
You, is two different things
I'm from the era of crack in the shoe and
Hoping your mama don't vacuum
Selling nic's old school like Patrick Ewing
Anybody ask what you doing
When you got the shotty on you
Telling that you down to catch a body
Like you're trafficking humans
With the outlook of a chef
Looking at the fire too long
I said, "Made niggas, got maids
Serving broads on trays"
Me and my niggas got bars, we
(Cooking) Barbecue on fire, we (Cooking)
Me and my niggas got bars, we
(Cooking) Me and my niggas got bars
We (Cooking) me and my niggas got bars, we
(Cooking) Me and my niggas got bars
We (Cooking)

I give the people more than
(what they asking for)
Me and my niggas (got cash to blow)
Why I gotta be (the best rapper fo'?)
When my whole team rap better than yours

Laughing in the background, when I'm
Asking them, take ten paces
Then I'm firing -
Backwards with a Mac-10, in the
Back of they head
And they grow a windmill and a backspin
(Go) Plus a nigga got stars in his Iris
And they got more bars than the Irish
In the Ireland, with the
Irish accent, never slip
I will never lose traction
Speak the truth, or bring the light
Reach and touchin' the youth
Like Mike Jackson!
(AAAAAAAAAAGH) Psycho wanna chase
For the late night action -
Standing ovations, when the hook
Stand up, yeah, they might start clapping
And I still got a backpack
But I catch stacks, stacks -
Like the industry whore, of tracks
That I rap on fast
With a mute and closed captions
I'mma spit it with a passion, but I
Got a little itty bitty question, i'm asking
Would you find it easier to pass an exam
If you were created in a test tube?
Do Crips watch True Blood? Do
Bloods fly jet blue?
Fuck it, drop it, pop it, shake it
Like a Genie in a bottle
Lap dance, gimme that laptop, get
It? We call that, serato
I said, "Made niggas, got maids
Serving broads on trays"
Me and my niggas got bars, we
(Cooking) Barbecue on fire, we (Cooking)
Me and my niggas got bars, we
(Cooking) Me and my niggas got bars
We (Cooking) me and my niggas got bars, we
(Cooking) Me and my niggas got bars
We (Cooking)