Cliff Savage Cookin' Up
[Intro]
(RSK, let it play, boy)
Hold up (Yeah)
[Chorus]
(What is that, the recipe?)
Cook it up, cook it up
(What is that, the recipe?)
Cook it up, yeah
(What is that, the recipe?)
Cook it up, cook it up
(What is that, the recipe?)
Cook it up, yeah
(What is that, the recipe?)
Cook it up, cook it up
(What is that, the recipe?)
Cook it up, yeah
(What is that, the recipe?)
Cook it up, cook it up
(What is that, the recipe?)
Cook it up, wait
[Verse 1]
I feel like they don't understand
Runnin' late to Wonderland
Knockin' at the door when I arrive like the ambulance
She don't evеn gotta dance
She ain't wanna drink, I had to two-step, f..ckin' with your othеr friend
For real, f..ckin' with your other friend
Poke it like a toucan
Tryna knock her boots in
Get it wet, wet, yeah, I be goin' silly really, might just need a lifeboat, swimmin' in the ocean
What is that, the recipe?
Just to get ahead of me
Wait, just to get ahead of me, you'll probably need a miracle, real life miracle
I told 'em I'm a threat, had to cut a couple niggas off, I don't your energy
Fuck it, you the enemy
Thinkin' that you hurtin' me?
How did that occur to me?
I be out in Germany
Certainly
I'm in my bag, I don't f..ck with you niggas for reasons that I cannot talk about
I'm in my bag, I do not f..ck with you niggas who cappin', I'm rappin' for real
Paid my due diligence, showed 'em the skill
Work with them content creators, I build
I look like I'm Bob, constructin' the field
Chef with the sauce [?][1:15] meal (RSK, let it play, boy)
[Chorus]
(What is that, the recipe?)
Cook it up, cook it up
(What is that, the recipe?)
Cook it up, yeah
(What is that, the recipe?)
Cook it up, cook it up
(What is that, the recipe?)
Cook it up, yeah
(What is that, the recipe?)
Cook it up, cook it up
(What is that, the recipe?)
Cook it up, yeah
(What is that, the recipe?)
Cook it up, cook it up
(What is that, the recipe?)
Cook it up, wait
[Verse 2]
Smoke my shit, I had to reup
I remember when they didn't see us
Coach lookin' at me like, "We up"
Long Beach niggas need to link up
I'm in the foreign and you niggas in the Prius
Pigs on our ass, but you know they couldn't keep up
On my way to kick it with your bitch and wet my meat up
Pedal to the metal, rock the boat just like Aaliyah
Back to the mission, I was broke, had to get it on my own
It was hard to keep faith, lookin' evil in the face
With a feeling like Tay, I'm tryna do the race
Niggas standin' in the way, I had to treat 'em like bait
What can I say?
Body, no trace
That's another example of gettin' irate
Tell that bitch, "Hey"
She come over late
And you could never f..ck the kind of bitch that I'd rate
I'm in my bag, I don't f..ck with you niggas for reasons that I cannot talk about
I'm in my bag, I don't f..ck with you niggas who cappin', I do this for real
Huh, for real
Nigga, you tryna get poppin', I'm tryna get rich
Built for what you try to throw at me, chef with the recipe, nigga, I'm lit, ah (RSK, let it play, boy)
[Chorus]
(What is that, the recipe?)
Cook it up, cook it up
(What is that, the recipe?)
Cook it up, yeah
(What is that, the recipe?)
Cook it up, cook it up
(What is that, the recipe?)
Cook it up, yeah
(What is that, the recipe?)
Cook it up, cook it up
(What is that, the recipe?)
Cook it up, yeah
(What is that, the recipe?)
Cook it up, cook it up
(What is that, the recipe?)
Cook it up, wait
