But she's a good cook and supporter
Niggas who be rapping how real they are
Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention
Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.
Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms
Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts
It cook up imagination to generations of our nation
I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win
But i ain't get to see you today
Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay
To quick, show 'em to tha cook, hearion' them sayin'
Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin
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
My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row
I'm tired of mcdonalds, want a chick that cook chicano
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