Cookin Up Lyrics - Crime Pays - Cam'ron

Red slippers, red robe, red kitchen, red stove 

Red pots, one in the head cocked, one the on the feds probe 

Red stools, red inf, red floor, your all fakers 

Red couch, red crystal, red pepper and salt shakers 

The red room, red curtains, it's summer squish 

Show some respect, what you expect that's a hundred inch 

Telescopes, binoculars, the feds hate my bynacula 

From sellin' coke I'm proper docked that means I'm spectacular 

They bitin' like Tyson, worse than that dracular 

Ya moms buy heroin wit no hands I'm smackin' her 

Let me make ya plane, since dane to danes I made it rain 

Now in the strip club the Benjies turn to paper planes 

I'm lilla, you Andre Miller, got a basic game 

I told 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 that's on Lennox, 7 for 8th ace of kings 

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Silencers on calibers would do it louder bro 

Sledge hammer, smash his melon I'm the black galicka 

You know I dump mine on fake niggas one time 

Wack bitches, rat snitches, my life's a punch line 

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 

We pitchin', we pitchin', friction from mission to mission 

Block to block, ave. to ave., from kitchen to kitchen 

We just cookin' up baby, we just cookin' up 

We just cookin' up homie, we just cookin' up 

We pitchin', we pitchin', friction from mission to mission 

Block to block, ave. to ave., from kitchen to kitchen 

We just cookin' up baby, we just cookin' up 

We just cookin' up homie, we just cookin' up 

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You don' sold a bottle, huh, I'm twistin' ya cap 

And I'm luxury girl, come sit on my lap 

Her friends like, don't go that shit is a trap 

They'll have you trafficn' swallowin', shittin' smack 

They pigeons in fact, how you gonna listen to that? 

You the fliest one in your crew, them bitches is wack 

Started to smile like you knew this shit was a wrap 

Her friends was right tho, she gonna be pitchin' some crack 

I'm a true champ, you glance, 4 door, 2 tramps 

Fuck my money honey, bring your food stamps 

Go ahead, you dance, a elephant to you ants 

Chain, Alaska, Bracelet, Nebraska 

Crib, well disaster 

42 plasmas, royal blue Laurie, shorty you bastard 

Only thing I don't know, what resort we in 

I tell a bitch, "Get over here", like scorpion 

Cars, order in flavors, you order from avis 

Come around me why? They know my ora contagious 

And I'm sorta courageous, plus the kid smart 

Forget Bizmark, he gonna catch more than them vapors 

Next door at your neighbors, they said all of you haters 

Set you up the very moment, I offered 'em paper 

In the North I'm the Mayor and my kicks 

The University of Florida, of course they gators 

We pitchin', we pitchin', friction from mission to mission 

Block to block, ave. to ave., from kitchen to kitchen 

We just cookin' up baby, we just cookin' up 

We just cookin' up homie, we just cookin' up 

We pitchin', we pitchin', friction from mission to mission 

Block to block, ave. to ave., from kitchen to kitchen 

We just cookin' up baby, we just cookin' up 

We just cookin' up homie, we just cookin' up