Willie Jones - Slow Cookin' lyrics
[Willie Jones - Slow Cookin' lyrics]
Hey, good lookin', what you got cookin'? (Good lookin', babe, got cookin' up)
How's about cookin' something up with me? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Baby, I've been on this plot too long
I gotta get home, I said I gotta get
Swag stay drippin', I'm on my grind
Black man gotta get paid (Get paid)
Boss man talkin' 'bout overtime
Had to straight tell him no way
You know the boys are crackin' Buds in the parking lot
You know when Bubba get buzzed likes to talk a lot
But I can't hang with the gang after 5 o'clock
I gotta bust a move, gotta get with you
Hey shorty, whatcha got for me?
Eastbound and down, I'm flying on I-40
On my way for a taste of that apple pie, yeah
Sweet biscuits, handle your business
This man can stand the heat in your kitchen
Work all day and we be slow cookin' all night
Drop a needle down on some old Hank Williams
I'ma turn off my phone
Pull your hair back, girl, your face so pretty
We'll be honky tonkin' all night long
When the sun's coming up on the cul-de-sac
I'll be back to the hustle, makin' paper stack
But I'm countin' down the seconds like an hourglass
I gotta bust a move, gotta get with you
Hey shorty, whatcha got for me?
Eastbound and down, I'm flying on I-40
On my way for a taste of that apple pie, yeah
Sweet biscuits, handle your business
This man can stand the heat in your kitchen
Work all day and we be slow cookin' all night
I'm talking 'bout a slow simmer
Little something sweet after dinner
This the type of love that's better when you take your time
Hotter than some grease poppin'
Hope the neighbors don't come a-knockin'
'Cause Mr. Willie Jones is bringing home an appetite
Hey shorty, whatcha got for me?
Eastbound and down, I'm flying on I-40
On my way for a taste of that apple pie, yeah
Sweet biscuits, handle your business
This man can stand the heat in your kitchen
Work all day and we be slow cookin' all night
Cookin' all
Cook, cook, cookin' all
Cookin' all
Cook, cook, cookin' all
Work all day and we be slow cookin' all night
(Whatcha got cookin', baby?)
How's about cookin' something up with me? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Baby, I've been on this plot too long
I gotta get home, I said I gotta get
Swag stay drippin', I'm on my grind
Black man gotta get paid (Get paid)
Boss man talkin' 'bout overtime
Had to straight tell him no way
You know the boys are crackin' Buds in the parking lot
You know when Bubba get buzzed likes to talk a lot
But I can't hang with the gang after 5 o'clock
I gotta bust a move, gotta get with you
Hey shorty, whatcha got for me?
Eastbound and down, I'm flying on I-40
On my way for a taste of that apple pie, yeah
Sweet biscuits, handle your business
This man can stand the heat in your kitchen
Work all day and we be slow cookin' all night
Drop a needle down on some old Hank Williams
I'ma turn off my phone
Pull your hair back, girl, your face so pretty
We'll be honky tonkin' all night long
When the sun's coming up on the cul-de-sac
I'll be back to the hustle, makin' paper stack
But I'm countin' down the seconds like an hourglass
I gotta bust a move, gotta get with you
Hey shorty, whatcha got for me?
Eastbound and down, I'm flying on I-40
On my way for a taste of that apple pie, yeah
Sweet biscuits, handle your business
This man can stand the heat in your kitchen
Work all day and we be slow cookin' all night
I'm talking 'bout a slow simmer
Little something sweet after dinner
This the type of love that's better when you take your time
Hotter than some grease poppin'
Hope the neighbors don't come a-knockin'
'Cause Mr. Willie Jones is bringing home an appetite
Hey shorty, whatcha got for me?
Eastbound and down, I'm flying on I-40
On my way for a taste of that apple pie, yeah
Sweet biscuits, handle your business
This man can stand the heat in your kitchen
Work all day and we be slow cookin' all night
Cookin' all
Cook, cook, cookin' all
Cookin' all
Cook, cook, cookin' all
Work all day and we be slow cookin' all night
(Whatcha got cookin', baby?)