{"id":80144,"created_at":"2019-07-12 12:31:39","updated_at":"2021-04-14 14:18:41","deleted_at":null,"published_at":"2019-07-12 12:31:39","original_id":null,"artist_id":28669,"title":"Cooking","slug":"cooking","status":"published","description":null,"album_id":null,"streets":1,"source_type":"s3","source":"file","lyrics":"Intro\r\n(Puffin that good thang)\r\nKatBeatz tag\r\nverse1\r\nJust like a head razor my nigga Im gonna cut this\r\nI split the profit with my niggas yeah we fuckn love this\r\nGet your mind on your price, your thoughts are your own limits\r\nStraight to the bank account, im gonna add them digits\r\nNever mind all the negative energy coz we're boomin'\r\nMy dream is to see my fam and my friends cruising\r\nDon't ask how I got it the answer will be 'I told ya'\r\nBetter get your shades on, my future is looking brighter.\r\nIts either you're black or white, im a nigga with no colour\r\nYou're in the wrong profession like a deaf piano player\r\nJust like my poppa told me, the game is for the takers\r\nYou win all or loose all\r\nDon't walk around the acres\r\nI just gave my palm now you really want my whole hand\r\nMy niggas move along yo we're living like a rock band\r\nIn em shows we wanna rock em hoes show they love us \r\nYor niggas are haters I know that you curse us.\r\nFor the record I know that I still am the greatest\r\n\"I still am the greatest\"\r\nI wake up in the morning making sure my niggas hustle it\r\nStraight on my hip I got iron don't ever fuck with us\r\n16(bars) aint enough\r\nI've been living for over 20 years\r\nstraight hood hustler my nigga without a head band\r\nI study hard, I work hard\r\nYou niggas better play hard\r\nAbracadabra on my pen, its magical.\r\nHook.1\r\nWhat are we doing?\r\nWe're cooking, cooking.\r\n(uhh)\r\nCooking, cooking\r\nWhere man?\r\nCooking, Cooking. (x2)\r\nSOTD AKA Encounter Speech: \r\nEyo, G\r\nFirst mistake they did is not believing you could cook shit like this in the kitchen, you dig youngin\r\nThat's what happens when a 208 and 206 meet up, yeah we cook shit like this.\r\nYou better recognise and respect that shit. That's my youngin right there.\r\nIts SOTD speaking right here. G. Floss kill this motherfucker.\r\nVerse2\r\nIts a new day\r\nSaw your girl earlier she got new braids, with big lips, I wonder what she got under her pants\r\nI bet she is in love with my name with drugs all over my veins\r\nDamn I can damage her brains for keeping me waiting in vain.\r\nDon't you ever put dirt on my name\r\nJust add source or sip juice, take a puff on that thang.\r\nIt goes around in circles and I hope you maintain\r\nwe'll be throwing all the punches that will damage your brain\r\neyo, I wake up in the morning trana figure my pain, so I've put it on the paper that's what a nigga be chasing.\r\nThey trana tell us who to say nigga no I aint no racist.\r\nCoz these bars and extra souce, they come with the basics\r\nEyo, I put the work on my pen and I tell it to tell my story\r\nCoz me and my niggas are about to reach for the glory\r\nShadows and monsters, are right ahead of me\r\nBullets and coffins are getting closer now\r\nI cannot cry no more\r\nI got no tears left, tell your bitches right now they're fucking with the best.\r\nwe moving like ninjas now, you cannot hear a step.\r\nIts for the paper right now and nigga nuthin less.\r\nchampagne bottle it. I love my poppa to death\r\nFor my first salary, i'll give him half of my cheque.\r\nFor my hood niggas.\r\nI fucking love you to death \r\nYo, show more respect \r\n(KatBeatz tag) \r\nHook.2\r\nWhat are we doing?\r\nWe're cooking, cooking.\r\n(uhh)\r\nCooking, cooking\r\nWhere man?\r\nCooking, Cooking. (x2)","download_count":156,"play_count":11,"restrict_download":0,"generated_thumbnail":null,"flag_count":0,"download_count_24":2,"download_count_24_at":"2021-04-14","reupload_sent":0,"thumb_path":"https:\/\/s3.eu-central-1.amazonaws.com\/sol-assets\/uploads\/public\/5d2\/858\/aa8\/thumb_243814_300_300_0_0_crop.png","status_reason":null,"status_reason_alt":null,"tags":[]}
Song Lyrics:
Intro
(Puffin that good thang)
KatBeatz tag
verse1
Just like a head razor my nigga Im gonna cut this
I split the profit with my niggas yeah we fuckn love this
Get your mind on your price, your thoughts are your own limits
Straight to the bank account, im gonna add them digits
Never mind all the negative energy coz we're boomin'
My dream is to see my fam and my friends cruising
Don't ask how I got it the answer will be 'I told ya'
Better get your shades on, my future is looking brighter.
Its either you're black or white, im a nigga with no colour
You're in the wrong profession like a deaf piano player
Just like my poppa told me, the game is for the takers
You win all or loose all
Don't walk around the acres
I just gave my palm now you really want my whole hand
My niggas move along yo we're living like a rock band
In em shows we wanna rock em hoes show they love us
Yor niggas are haters I know that you curse us.
For the record I know that I still am the greatest
"I still am the greatest"
I wake up in the morning making sure my niggas hustle it
Straight on my hip I got iron don't ever fuck with us
16(bars) aint enough
I've been living for over 20 years
straight hood hustler my nigga without a head band
I study hard, I work hard
You niggas better play hard
Abracadabra on my pen, its magical.
Hook.1
What are we doing?
We're cooking, cooking.
(uhh)
Cooking, cooking
Where man?
Cooking, Cooking. (x2)
SOTD AKA Encounter Speech:
Eyo, G
First mistake they did is not believing you could cook shit like this in the kitchen, you dig youngin
That's what happens when a 208 and 206 meet up, yeah we cook shit like this.
You better recognise and respect that shit. That's my youngin right there.
Its SOTD speaking right here. G. Floss kill this motherfucker.
Verse2
Its a new day
Saw your girl earlier she got new braids, with big lips, I wonder what she got under her pants
I bet she is in love with my name with drugs all over my veins
Damn I can damage her brains for keeping me waiting in vain.
Don't you ever put dirt on my name
Just add source or sip juice, take a puff on that thang.
It goes around in circles and I hope you maintain
we'll be throwing all the punches that will damage your brain
eyo, I wake up in the morning trana figure my pain, so I've put it on the paper that's what a nigga be chasing.
They trana tell us who to say nigga no I aint no racist.
Coz these bars and extra souce, they come with the basics
Eyo, I put the work on my pen and I tell it to tell my story
Coz me and my niggas are about to reach for the glory
Shadows and monsters, are right ahead of me
Bullets and coffins are getting closer now
I cannot cry no more
I got no tears left, tell your bitches right now they're fucking with the best.
we moving like ninjas now, you cannot hear a step.
Its for the paper right now and nigga nuthin less.
champagne bottle it. I love my poppa to death
For my first salary, i'll give him half of my cheque.
For my hood niggas.
I fucking love you to death
Yo, show more respect
(KatBeatz tag)
Hook.2
What are we doing?
We're cooking, cooking.
(uhh)
Cooking, cooking
Where man?
Cooking, Cooking. (x2)
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