Stir the beef up in a pot, it's hot, cook it up and sell it,
And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit
Got them bomb ass drugs cause i follow all the cook books
Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours
You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it
So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that
Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves
You're a drag queen with european genes
I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer
I jumped a skittish asian grocery man when he closed the store,
This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook
It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look
Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one
But so many asian bitches in my crib it looks like i be clonin'
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