C.O.O.K

Grillin' chicken, burnin' money, man, chef it, I'll brew the beef

Sayin' we'll get smoked, okay, then I guess we'll see…Oh, okay

Nigga don't got my money by Friday, the last day

Like Ice Cube, yeah I'm rude, I'm a N.W.A

Told the pussy I'm a doctor, then proceed with beats by Dre

That pussy up, tell it good morning, it had fell asleep

On her legs every morning, can't believe she fell for me

The money one, not the ugly one, if we fell from trees

Left her on E after I gave her some L-O-V

I'm a lover and a fighter, beat the box respectfully

Think it heard my music, beatboxin' while sexin' me

Broke her in like the bed, somebody bring a stretcher, please