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in a stirring pan
Cookem' really well until
it all begins to melt
It's almost ready can't you
tell from the smell
I'm cooking for you my best
Chinese

can't let go

For my mystic thots
Over pots
Cooking up the potent rock
She gone make it  ahh
Yea she gone make it ahh

For my mystic thots
Over pots

I remember a yellow kitchen
Sitting down on the vinyl floor
Momma cooking an early supper
Leaving open the cabinet door
From within the walls my

See me cooking in the kitchen like I got pots and pans
Stovetop is too hot you better watch yo hands
Talking out ya ass and shit coming from ya mouth

Pots and Pans

The Kills

Blood Pressures

2011

I can't find enough pots and pans
Let alone knives in my kitchen
To keep you cooking
I can't find enough love in my heart
Let alone in my bones

up you know he cooking in the kitchen
Me and bro be on a mission
To get them bands
Green it fly like Peter Pan
Gotta feed the fam
Yeah I'm sticking

had grease in frying pans
I be seasonin’ with salt
It still turns out really bland
Half a dozen strips, they be shrinking
White to tan i be cooking

switching like the tempo
I don't want your bitch, she just sliding, she's just want more

Cooking all these beats, got me feeling like I am Mo (Mbrk)
Put you

eyesight's not too good today and his taster's kinda queer

So when he helped with Mrs. Santa's cooking for the year
He put ketchup in the gumdrops, mustard in

Tim Duncan, eh, or maybe Kobe
This life shit crazy last week I met Jarobi
I'm so, so cozy, they handing me the trophies
Smell what I'm cooking? Y'all be

Like a zombie using vinegar
Cooking using a cylinder
And while cooking some chicken
I need some fine ass beer
Either bira or kingfisher even an apple

that frying pan
Ion really care if it’s smoke in the air
Nigga you ain’t my bro u could die again
I already know I can’t die wit friends
Anything I get I

earned all my stripes that's why I'm rocking adidas (Dida gang)
She baked like Anita, we cooking Like Siba (Whipping like Siba)
I ain't got foes I got

my diamonds (yeah)
I'm dripping and swimming
Lil' bitch I go deeper (let's go)
Whippin' that seafood right up on the pan (yeah)
So I feel like that

Yeah
Afrodrill
Yeyeyeyeh
Blakkamia
Heyo Self waguan
In the kitchen with a pan and a pot
Opposition never want you alive
Busy cooking turn the heat up

the pans and pots outweigh what I say
I don't know what the future holds and
I don't know which way to turn, but I know

I like cooking bolognese
Yeah I like

Stopped attending concerts
Rather be on a stage
Than in the crowd
High hopes never coming down
It's a Pan!c At the Disco
Oil in my bleeze
No Crisco
Why you

my brain 
See life ain't easy I been burning Paper fuck how you feel 
Been cooking up been wiping up These niggas copying my shit 
Watch your mama

the stu
Cooking up this soft
Name another nigga
Out here this hard
Hmm my God
On the moon I walk
Good afternoon let's walk
Baby come through
Baby come

been a man and you won't understand
Spree wheels looking like a
Bed room ceiling fan

When the beef start cooking
And the shots start coming
Don't

Scullery

Clifford T. Ward

Gaye & Other Stories

1990

You're my picture by Picasso

Lighting up our scullery

With your pans and pots and hot-plates

You'd brighten up any gallery. 



I could

Cash in hand
I pulled up with bands
Stunt like Jackie Chan
No advance. Blew a hunned grand
Touched no pots and pans
Who the man? run it back again,

and pans
We lit, It's up
Wassup for real
I'm on the way
I'm on the way
I'm tryna get rich as fuck for real
Foot on the gas and I will never yield
I know it's

Village

Skinny Puppy

Handover

2011

You tortured me now I'm lying on my back
Floating rhythm EMF frying flying pan
I'm just an egg so ready to crack
Cooking from the inside yeah I'm