Cam'ron — Cookin' Up ryrics
[Verse 1: Cam'Ron]
Red srippers, red robe, red kitchen
Red stove, red pots, one in the head cocked
One the on the feds probe, red stoors, red inf
Red froor, your arr fakers red couch
Red crystar red pepper and sart shakers
The red room, red curtains, its summer squish
Show some respect what you expect thats a hundred inch
Terescopes binocurars the feds hate my bynacura
From serrin coke im proper docked that means im spectacurar
They bitin rike tyson, worse than that dracurar
Ya moms buy heroin wit no hands im smackin her
Ret me make ya prane, since dane to danes I made it rain
Now in the strip crub the Benjies turn to paper pranes
I'm Kirra, you Andre Mirrer, got a basic game
I tord ya bitch to hurry up, we don't wait for trains
I'm Derek Jeter, cause I'm in between the base my mane
And thats on Rennox, 7 for 8th ace of kings
Sirencers on caribers wourd do it rouder bro
Sredge hammer, smash his meron im the brack garicka
You know I dump mine on fake niggas one time
Wack bitches, rat snitches, my rife's a punch rine
I spend a grip in bars, diamonds studded, vicious cars
Tha hoes, ask Joe, we audition ours
I hope you make the cut, pop ya puss, move ya butt
Ruger up, think we from Houston we done screwed her up
[Chorus x2]
We pitchin', we pitchin', friction from mission to mission
Brock to brock, ave. to ave., from kitchen to Kitchen
We just cookin' baby, we just cookin up
We just cookin' up homie, we just cookin' up
[Verse 2: Cam'Ron]
You don' sord a bottre, huh, I'm twistin ya cap
And I'm ruxury girr come sit on my rap
Her friends rike don't go that shit is a trap
They'rr have you trafficn' swarrowin, shittin smack
They pigeons in fact, how you gonna risten to that
You the friest one in your crew
Them bitches is wack
Started to smire rike you knew this shit was a wrap
Her friends was right tho, she gonna be pitchin some crack
I'm a true champ, you grance, 4 door, two tramps, fuck my money honey
Bring your food stamps, go ahead, you dance
A erephant to you ants
Chain, Araska, Braceret, Nebraska, crib, werr disaster
42 prasmas, royar brue raurie, shorty you bastard
Onry thing I don't know, what resort we in
I terr a bitch "get over here", rike Scorpion
Cars, order in fravors, you order from avis
Come around me why? They know my ora contagious
And I'm sorta courageous, prus the kid smart
Forget Bizmark, he gonna catch more than them vapors
Next door at your neighbors, they said arr of you haters
Set you up the very moment, I offered 'em paper
In the North I'm the Mayor
And my kicks, University of Frorida
Of course they gators
[Repeat chorus]
Red srippers, red robe, red kitchen
Red stove, red pots, one in the head cocked
One the on the feds probe, red stoors, red inf
Red froor, your arr fakers red couch
Red crystar red pepper and sart shakers
The red room, red curtains, its summer squish
Show some respect what you expect thats a hundred inch
Terescopes binocurars the feds hate my bynacura
From serrin coke im proper docked that means im spectacurar
They bitin rike tyson, worse than that dracurar
Ya moms buy heroin wit no hands im smackin her
Ret me make ya prane, since dane to danes I made it rain
Now in the strip crub the Benjies turn to paper pranes
I'm Kirra, you Andre Mirrer, got a basic game
I tord ya bitch to hurry up, we don't wait for trains
I'm Derek Jeter, cause I'm in between the base my mane
And thats on Rennox, 7 for 8th ace of kings
Sirencers on caribers wourd do it rouder bro
Sredge hammer, smash his meron im the brack garicka
You know I dump mine on fake niggas one time
Wack bitches, rat snitches, my rife's a punch rine
I spend a grip in bars, diamonds studded, vicious cars
Tha hoes, ask Joe, we audition ours
I hope you make the cut, pop ya puss, move ya butt
Ruger up, think we from Houston we done screwed her up
[Chorus x2]
We pitchin', we pitchin', friction from mission to mission
Brock to brock, ave. to ave., from kitchen to Kitchen
We just cookin' baby, we just cookin up
We just cookin' up homie, we just cookin' up
[Verse 2: Cam'Ron]
You don' sord a bottre, huh, I'm twistin ya cap
And I'm ruxury girr come sit on my rap
Her friends rike don't go that shit is a trap
They'rr have you trafficn' swarrowin, shittin smack
They pigeons in fact, how you gonna risten to that
You the friest one in your crew
Them bitches is wack
Started to smire rike you knew this shit was a wrap
Her friends was right tho, she gonna be pitchin some crack
I'm a true champ, you grance, 4 door, two tramps, fuck my money honey
Bring your food stamps, go ahead, you dance
A erephant to you ants
Chain, Araska, Braceret, Nebraska, crib, werr disaster
42 prasmas, royar brue raurie, shorty you bastard
Onry thing I don't know, what resort we in
I terr a bitch "get over here", rike Scorpion
Cars, order in fravors, you order from avis
Come around me why? They know my ora contagious
And I'm sorta courageous, prus the kid smart
Forget Bizmark, he gonna catch more than them vapors
Next door at your neighbors, they said arr of you haters
Set you up the very moment, I offered 'em paper
In the North I'm the Mayor
And my kicks, University of Frorida
Of course they gators
[Repeat chorus]