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but you're still a prisoner Cause I cook shrimps as if I was Sizzler Here is the movement, work for improvement Join hand in hand, back
all the hurt back I'd find a way I guess I'll pop another pill so I can sleep And let my brains cook Like I put my head inside a microwave Yeah, now I
bitchin" Understand this homeboy, I'm not snitchin Killa Cam still be back in the hood Back where I should, plus I can't act that good I could cook that
record I got my advance So take a hike, jack If you're bumpin' this in the kitchen, just cook If you're watchin' us do it live, listen and look If
down like Booker; never fall in love with a hooker or cracked out broads that smoke cook-up Could be she fine now well off and she a looker and know how
it I'm hot like the peppers that Puerto Ricans cook with trick up the sleeve y'all thieves that never took shit real bad actors try to operate and get
delectable, especially the small ones. No time to cook em in a skillet. My belly's rumblin', I got a need to fill it. I don't fry em, the heat will only
ave Machos mothefucker Hook {Journalist} See yo, I studied the block, so I got damn good methods On how to burn strips like I can cook breakfast You
bedsit land My only home I think it's time to cook a meal To fill the emptiness I feel Spend my money going out I've nothing in I'm left without
And I'll get Laura Mae to cook us some barbecue (you know, they good)' The cotton was high and the corn was growin' fine (yes it was) But that was another
Possessing my brain This life Full of money bitches weed and riches Kansas City niggas grind it Cook it up in the kitchen Pay attention to the corner
on, the Rap Capone here to cook it I'm a villain that's killin, livin a lifestyle that's crooked Before I starve, I'm a steal Before I die, I'm a kill
you want to get married and cook somebody dinner? Said you're making fun of me ‘cause I'm young and got no money I've got no time for school books
gave me the sticky Now I am hungry but please don't bother You don't have to cook because you are my lunch Maybe the flesh is a little stingy It
brethren hear Sell I a pound of dat t'ing there So when the butcher pull up a stool Begin fi question Ozzy how him so fool What kind a sump'in cook in
my cup of tea So don't talk trash to me How can you step up to me And tell me how to look Trying to tell me how to dress Or even how to cook
Used to know a girl lived down there And she'd go out in the evenings and pick her a mess of it Carry it home and cook it for supper 'Cause thats
and then I built the best. I built myself a fine machine- She does more than cook and clean. I know you'd be impressed with my baby, my lady My Swiss Army
an imagination this was took, a mental crook Stirring this up like a chef or cook I hear them say give me the recipe Breakin this off in the fashion of an erection
split your tummy Puncture your kidney and make you piss bloody So now I leave your body to rot Where bitches sell they pussy for rock Cook they coke in
used to rule recess is over lets go back to school (chorus) goin back to school like Rodney Dangerfield to the lunchroom where the cooks arrange a meal
To determined to stop, I cook and simmer the pot Just give me space when I shuttle, count it down to the top This that Kill Bill shit Drank and Bottled Up
it's a cook here Think it's a jux here, don't even look here, nigga (don't even, don't even look here) Where I'm from, it ain't been a good year Seen
do it like this Watch me cook with the flick of the wrist It's a hit or a miss when I drive this bitch home I'm gone, I hope you feel in your soul
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