Cooking - DeNaUn, Pharoahe Monch, Royce 5'9

Yup, yup, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah!

I-I-I showed ya how to stunt (Yeah!), I turned you into a pimp (Yeah!?)

My whole hood here, it’s been a good year, my bank account’s on blimp!

Your girl said, she want my cock, I told you she ain’t talkin' 'about no shrimp

Nigga, everything in my notebook dope, it’s like I’m writing on hemp

Out of this world, comes a good ho, said she won’t gag, bet she won’t choke

Call me anything, but don’t call me broke, I’ll rock him bitch, «I Ain’t No Joke»

Sheeeeeit, don’t believe?

Just forget it, you’re so pathetic, yes I said it

Equifax nigga, check your credit, or ask Doc.

Dre, he can settle it

The way I fold your weed, I been dope, my kinfolk, is like En' Vogue

Never get the feeling that I invoke, I’m coming for mine, plus tenfold

Big bill bars, got a nigga sitting pretty, Ms. Info and if you don’t like

You ain’t gotta wonder, what I’m doing in your city,, or spread your titties

Double D’s?

(Yeah!) Double these, man go, you don’t want no trouble please

Look, every time you rap?

— Tumbleweed, look, every time I rap?

One of these

Ladies, shoot they shot, they show me what they think I’m missing

Shit, if you can’t stand the heat, then get THE HELL UP OUT MY KITCHEN!

(AWGH!) CAUSE I’M COOKING!

I said, «Made niggas, got maids, serving broads on trays»

Me and my niggas got bars, we (Cooking!) Barbecue on fire, we (Cooking!)

Me and my niggas got bars, we (Cooking!) Me and my niggas got bars, we (Cooking!

Me and my niggas got bars, we (Cooking!) Me and my niggas got bars, we (Cooking!

I give the people more than (what they asking for)

Me and my niggas (got cash to blow)

Why I gotta be (the best rapper fo'?)

When my whole team rap better than yours

I’mma take that as a compliment (Yeah!?) I’m the new rapper apocalypse (Yeah!)

This is the end of the world as you know it, attack and Hip-Hop is the populace

Bitches is twerkin' it, poppin' it, guns in the video not as the prop

Cause right after they shoot, me I’m poppin' it (POP-POP-POP!), I’m not

irrelevant

Or relevant, I’m more like reverend, even when they rebuke me, I’m profiting

I may mislead to you think that I don’t roll differently like this hoopty,

I’m hopping in

Po-po behind me, I already made up my mind, I won’t go for no homi'

Therefore, anything that you could put on paper, my lawyers will take and twist

into origami

Whip on Ashantis, I just broke up with the chick of your dreams

So now to me she a ho, now to me though I wish her well, she’s someone I

wouldn’t wish on nobody

Trapping to me and, trapping to you, is two different things, I’m from the era

of crack in the shoe and

Hoping your mama don’t vacuum, selling nic’s old school like Patrick Ewing

Anybody ask what you doing, when you got the shotty on you

Telling that you down to catch a body, like you’re trafficking humans

With the outlook of a chef, looking at the fire too long

I said, «Made niggas, got maids, serving broads on trays»

Me and my niggas got bars, we (Cooking!) Barbecue on fire, we (Cooking!)

Me and my niggas got bars, we (Cooking!) Me and my niggas got bars, we (Cooking!

Me and my niggas got bars, we (Cooking!) Me and my niggas got bars, we (Cooking!

I give the people more than (what they asking for)

Me and my niggas (got cash to blow)

Why I gotta be (the best rapper fo'?)

When my whole team rap better than yours

Laughing in the background, when I’m asking them, take ten paces,

then I’m firing —

Backwards with a Mac-10, in the back of they head, and they grow a windmill and

a backspin

(Go!) Plus a nigga got stars in his Iris, and they got more bars than the Irish

In the Ireland, with the Irish accent, never slip, I will never lose traction

Speak the truth, or bring the light, reach and touchin' the youth,

like Mike Jackson!

(AAAAAAAAAAGH!) Psycho wanna chase, for the late night action —

Standing ovations, when the hook stand up, yeah, they might start clapping

And I still got a backpack, but I catch stacks, stacks —

Like the industry whore, of tracks that I rap on fast, with a mute and closed

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I’mma spit it with a passion, but I got a little itty bitty question, I’m asking

Would you find it easier to pass an exam, if you were created in a test tube?

Do Crips watch True Blood?

Do Bloods fly jet blue?

Fuck it, drop it, pop it, shake it, like a Genie in a bottle

Lap dance, gimme that laptop, get it?

We call that, Serato

I said, «Made niggas, got maids, serving broads on trays»

Me and my niggas got bars, we (Cooking!) Barbecue on fire, we (Cooking!)

Me and my niggas got bars, we (Cooking!) Me and my niggas got bars, we (Cooking!

Me and my niggas got bars, we (Cooking!) Me and my niggas got bars, we (Cooking!