The Cook Up - Apollo Brown, Guilty Simpson

Why hungry arms

Why the hungry arms give me all the love I need?

I was just a young fella when I saw the older dudes getting money on the block

With softball knots

Pitching to the hitters, names got bigger

Till the lady on the corner hit the cops

Lights on

The roaches scatter

I don’t walk the path of your ordinary rapper

I’m loading up the clapper looking dapper

Rings on my bitch slappers

Snow season in your crib with my Nike’s on

Why sacrifice when I can sacrifice you?

Like the rat you are amongst pythons

I’m cold blooded

Robin Hood style

My dawg Chance hit a lick and had the whole crew flooded

Top brass

Bring it to any weight class

Wild and fearless, scheming whoever should break bad

Watch me operating like Wayne State grab with the cook up straight from the lab

It’s the cook up

Cook up, cook up, cook up, cook up, cook up

Cooking up

I was just a young man when I saw the smoking bitches

Getting money off the twat

With golf ball knots

Rolling with the swingers

Pockets got greener

Till the lady on the corner called the cops

Lights on

The roaches scatter

My peoples known to bring it to the places where you gather

No regard for stature, they’ll get at ya

Rings on my chin tappers

Summer season in your crib with my Nike’s on

I’m pass the hype

So whatever I do

It’s a fact I starred amongst icons

You don’t cut it

I fathered your style you ain’t advanced

With the shit and now you know who run it

My style

Bringing it till we rake cash

Crowd is fearless, meaning whoever we make mad

Can watch me operate like a U. of D. grad

With the cook up straight from the lab