Nas - Cookout lyrics
Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Nas - Cookout lyrics]
Yo, all work no play that's all niggas do
We always hustlin' need sometime to chill
Sit down and have some fun
With our people's yo
Yo, I woke up early one morning, yawning!
Called my man Nate
What's up? Let's get it on
You gon' drive to my crib or
I'm a drive to yours?
Take the crew out of state
Or we gon' chill indoors?
Yo, a summertime plan
Tell the shorty grab the pots and pans
Make something hot not ham
The Gods we don't get down like that
Matter of fact I'll bring the grill out
So we can cookout, couple of six pack
Chilling back, sit back, beach chair
Each year we try to take time out
Hate to empty the nines out
D batteries for the radio to blasties
Hit's by the oldies, eating macaroni
Ladies playing cards, yo the fellas play dice
Horse whip the Porsche to the
Store to get more ice under the shade
Thinking about ways to get paid
Sun's shining yo I hope it
Don't rain on our parade
Who pulls up in the Benzo
Two side Jungle and Wiz show
They got more liquor, about to get raw nigga!
Somebody said niggas is hating us
But ain't no cats they making us
So fuck them niggas
Cuz they ain't breaking us
Sylk in the cut with some
Shorty getting filthed up
Scenery looks so right, having a good life
The kid's playing, my man L is DJ'in
Niggas try to fuck this party up
Our gats will be spraying word!
Yeah, that summer time shit yo, chill dunn
Send that rap to the store we need ice
Feed the projects
Some little kids we feed twice
Strictly Boar's Head meat
Cornbread and sweet potato's
In the river park
Nothing but fiends and greedy neighbors
Extra charcoal, mad bitches by the car load
Kegs the Bud, Heineken case and jars of dro
Then it happened, the spatula dropped
But who's fault?
My nigga High brought the barbeque sauce
Paper plates, the foils and forks
Killa brought the Frank's
We do it in the park all night
Old timers give thanks
Niggas like Barkley's
Luke arm and Hank brought their kids
Water guns spraying off in the Bridge
At the Johnny pump everybody having they fun
Everybody eating Frank's and burgers
Dropping they buns little kids pick 'em up
Then we pop they hands
We give burgers to police but cops ain't fam
Niggas grandmoms asking me to
Send 'em a plate
Cuz it started up at 12 they
Thought it ended at 8
The party never ends, we too deep
We too strong you know it's back to the
Beef once the food's gone
Yo, yo pass that ketchup
Over here motherfuckers now that's fire
That nigga LES greedy as a motherfucker
I knew you was gon' go over there
And take that food off the table
That's my shit, those are my wings
And who got the fucking Hennessey?
Someone took the Absolut it's gon'
Damn, a nigga can't drink nothing
Dude's out over there always brown nosing
Rest hatin' for ho's
Scheming for grapes, what you doing brother?
That ain't how we suppose to do it
Yo Jungle you cockblocking give me
My weed I'm leaving
The fucking cookout is over
Nature I ain't fucking with you no more
Nature! Where's my car?
Now that's fire motherfucker!
We always hustlin' need sometime to chill
Sit down and have some fun
With our people's yo
Yo, I woke up early one morning, yawning!
Called my man Nate
What's up? Let's get it on
You gon' drive to my crib or
I'm a drive to yours?
Take the crew out of state
Or we gon' chill indoors?
Yo, a summertime plan
Tell the shorty grab the pots and pans
Make something hot not ham
The Gods we don't get down like that
Matter of fact I'll bring the grill out
So we can cookout, couple of six pack
Chilling back, sit back, beach chair
Each year we try to take time out
Hate to empty the nines out
D batteries for the radio to blasties
Hit's by the oldies, eating macaroni
Ladies playing cards, yo the fellas play dice
Horse whip the Porsche to the
Store to get more ice under the shade
Thinking about ways to get paid
Sun's shining yo I hope it
Don't rain on our parade
Who pulls up in the Benzo
Two side Jungle and Wiz show
They got more liquor, about to get raw nigga!
Somebody said niggas is hating us
But ain't no cats they making us
So fuck them niggas
Cuz they ain't breaking us
Sylk in the cut with some
Shorty getting filthed up
Scenery looks so right, having a good life
The kid's playing, my man L is DJ'in
Niggas try to fuck this party up
Our gats will be spraying word!
Yeah, that summer time shit yo, chill dunn
Send that rap to the store we need ice
Feed the projects
Some little kids we feed twice
Strictly Boar's Head meat
Cornbread and sweet potato's
In the river park
Nothing but fiends and greedy neighbors
Extra charcoal, mad bitches by the car load
Kegs the Bud, Heineken case and jars of dro
Then it happened, the spatula dropped
But who's fault?
My nigga High brought the barbeque sauce
Paper plates, the foils and forks
Killa brought the Frank's
We do it in the park all night
Old timers give thanks
Niggas like Barkley's
Luke arm and Hank brought their kids
Water guns spraying off in the Bridge
At the Johnny pump everybody having they fun
Everybody eating Frank's and burgers
Dropping they buns little kids pick 'em up
Then we pop they hands
We give burgers to police but cops ain't fam
Niggas grandmoms asking me to
Send 'em a plate
Cuz it started up at 12 they
Thought it ended at 8
The party never ends, we too deep
We too strong you know it's back to the
Beef once the food's gone
Yo, yo pass that ketchup
Over here motherfuckers now that's fire
That nigga LES greedy as a motherfucker
I knew you was gon' go over there
And take that food off the table
That's my shit, those are my wings
And who got the fucking Hennessey?
Someone took the Absolut it's gon'
Damn, a nigga can't drink nothing
Dude's out over there always brown nosing
Rest hatin' for ho's
Scheming for grapes, what you doing brother?
That ain't how we suppose to do it
Yo Jungle you cockblocking give me
My weed I'm leaving
The fucking cookout is over
Nature I ain't fucking with you no more
Nature! Where's my car?
Now that's fire motherfucker!