This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook
Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good
Got them bomb ass drugs cause i follow all the cook books
Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods
I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows
Look how we going to get out of this cook house
Ill boil your insides and cook you alive, oxygen deprived,
Locked down in tha penitentiaryfinally lose my mind
So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation
It cook up imagination to generations of our nation
Cook up and run where i'm from, the south son,
So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun
There's nothin' like where i come from
Now cook me a meal, gordon
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