I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win
It cook up imagination to generations of our nation
She even said she can cook!
10 chains, hustle hard: ace hood
No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,
Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody
This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook
I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood
I better straighten it out, soon as i get to work
Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.
When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute
Stir the beef up in a pot, it's hot, cook it up and sell it,
Look how we going to get out of this cook house
To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds
Fetching my dick almost as quick as they cook and they clean dishes
Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love
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