Songtext zu 'Cookin'' von Sean C. Johnson

I remember when we used to hit the RiverGate Mall
We ain't even had no pesos we was still tryna ball
Hit my homie with the alley oop, shots fall
Now we in the kitchen cookin' with the wrist wrist, nevermind
Treat it like a game it was never hard to find
In the food court, quick to pull up on a dime
Where you from, what's your name
Can I have yo number I'ma do the same

Automatic with the bate
We was cookin' now we owed somethin'
Insane just to think
All the hearts that we broke for nothin'
All the tears all the pain
Some stuff ain't worth discussin'
Yeah we young and we dumb
But some of us never grow up
Now we off to the races
Triple-X done raised us
Hundred-thousand faces
None of them ever measure up
We just scroll to the next
Break it off in texts
Leave the next with a mess
Set a [?] (wrist, wrist)
What you doin'
Cookin', cookin' up
Cookin', cookin' up (where you been homie?)
Cookin', cookin' up
Cookin', cookin' up

'93, I was out here cookin' like I had the key
Woe is me, way before the bae was jumpin' shoot the three
Don't believe? Alpha and omega put that on a G
I might mess around and get to flossin' up in Applebees
2 for 20 I could see the game clear 20/20
If you're hearing rumors 'bout me
Don't just spread them bring 'em to me
2 or 3 might be true
I just brace for the news
Nothin' else I can do (young man don't lose yourself)

Uh, I remember way back when
I was like 10 with my accent
Wasn't in the trap I was in the flash
Little jet on my back then
Started learnin' how to mack when
Saw the old ones do it
I was so into it not the only student in the building
We were building home improvement and my single unit
Wasn't whippin' in the kitchen
But me and shorty we was with it
I was handlin' some business
But now I'm asking for forgiveness
'Cause I'm deep up in the trenches
I see a better way of livin'
'Nother way to get in love one woman
[?]

Ain't got time to play around I fidget for real
If anybody wanna know
We love each other when the mic low
And we don't do it for the show
So stop singing out life goals
Yeah, and I'd rather love one woman then a hundred though
That's one woman when the fun is high
And one woman when the Sun is low
Look, I done broke a lot'a hearts and mine broke and fell apart
Put it together like art
Only had it broke yet again in the car
What they teachin' you is false
How you thinkin' that you small, homie you should start
Don't play now play your part
Go back in the kitchen whip another bar for real

Cookin', cookin' up
Cookin', cookin' up (where you been homie?)
Cookin', cookin' up
Cookin', cookin' up