I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win
It cook up imagination to generations of our nation
I'm tired of mcdonalds, want a chick that cook chicano
Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow
This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook
Michelangelo portrait meet mia angelou notebook
If its not couture, i will not go to her
We'll cook ya for lunch and serve you at red lobster,
She couldn't really cook but that woman tried her best
Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest
Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key
No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,
And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that
You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it
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