[Intro: Mr Porter]
(Cooking!) Hey! (Cooking!) Hey!
(Cooking!) Hey! (Cooking!) Hey!
[Hook: Mr. Porter]
I said, "Made niggas, got maids, serving broads on trays"
Me and my niggas got bars, we (Cooking!) Barbecue on fire, we (Cooking!)
Me and my niggas got bars, we (Cooking!) Me and my niggas got bars, we (Cooking!)
Me and my niggas got bars, we (Cooking!) Me and my niggas got bars, we (Cooking!)
[Verse 1: Mr. Porter]
Yup, yup, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah!
I-I-I showed ya how to stunt (Yeah!), I turned you into a pimp (Yeah!?)
My whole hood here, it's been a good year, my bank account's on blimp!
Your girl said, she want my cock, I told you she ain't talkin' 'about no shrimp
Nigga, everything in my notebook dope, it's like I'm writing on hemp
Out of this world, comes a good ho, said she won't gag, bet she won't choke
Call me anything, but don't call me broke, I'll rock him bitch, "I Ain't No Joke"
Sheeeeeit, don't believe? Just forget it, you're so pathetic, yes I said it
Equifax nigga, check your credit, or ask Doc. Dre, he can settle it
The way I fold your weed, I been dope, my kinfolk, is like En' Vogue
Never get the feeling that I invoke, I'm coming for mine, plus tenfold
Big bill bars, got a nigga sitting pretty, Ms. Info and if you don't like [I'mma pity?]
You ain't gotta wonder, what I'm doing in your city, [?], or spread your titties
Double D's? (Yeah!) Double these, man go, you don't want no trouble please
Look, every time you rap? - Tumbleweed, look, every time I rap? One of these
Ladies, shoot they shot, they show me what they think I'm missing
Shit, if you can't stand the heat, then get THE HELL UP OUT MY KITCHEN!
(AWGH!) CAUSE I'M COOKING!
(Cooking!) Hey! (Cooking!) Hey!
(Cooking!) Hey! (Cooking!) Hey!
[Hook: Mr. Porter]
I said, "Made niggas, got maids, serving broads on trays"
Me and my niggas got bars, we (Cooking!) Barbecue on fire, we (Cooking!)
Me and my niggas got bars, we (Cooking!) Me and my niggas got bars, we (Cooking!)
Me and my niggas got bars, we (Cooking!) Me and my niggas got bars, we (Cooking!)
[Verse 1: Mr. Porter]
Yup, yup, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah!
I-I-I showed ya how to stunt (Yeah!), I turned you into a pimp (Yeah!?)
My whole hood here, it's been a good year, my bank account's on blimp!
Your girl said, she want my cock, I told you she ain't talkin' 'about no shrimp
Nigga, everything in my notebook dope, it's like I'm writing on hemp
Out of this world, comes a good ho, said she won't gag, bet she won't choke
Call me anything, but don't call me broke, I'll rock him bitch, "I Ain't No Joke"
Sheeeeeit, don't believe? Just forget it, you're so pathetic, yes I said it
Equifax nigga, check your credit, or ask Doc. Dre, he can settle it
The way I fold your weed, I been dope, my kinfolk, is like En' Vogue
Never get the feeling that I invoke, I'm coming for mine, plus tenfold
Big bill bars, got a nigga sitting pretty, Ms. Info and if you don't like [I'mma pity?]
You ain't gotta wonder, what I'm doing in your city, [?], or spread your titties
Double D's? (Yeah!) Double these, man go, you don't want no trouble please
Look, every time you rap? - Tumbleweed, look, every time I rap? One of these
Ladies, shoot they shot, they show me what they think I'm missing
Shit, if you can't stand the heat, then get THE HELL UP OUT MY KITCHEN!
(AWGH!) CAUSE I'M COOKING!
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