Permanently focused, learning while i'm going
Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.
I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood
This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook
Cold, my style making my nose run
Cook up and run where i'm from, the south son,
Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe
I'm looking for a girl to wash, cook, clean and sew
Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof
Got them bomb ass drugs cause i follow all the cook books
Smoke ? you know it taste good
She even said she can cook!
Goin' ham in beef it's raw, i cook it up with twisted news,
You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes
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