that's got a spark Oh, yeah, holdin' a real hot wire You got a hungry flame in the dark And Lord, we gonna cook it with fire Cookin' with fire, fire, fire
ll wind up cooking with C-c-ook it with fire, c-c-cook it with fire Oh, I could cook it with C-c-cook it with Oh, cook it with fire, fire, fire, fire
Tradução: Corazón. Cocinar con fuego.
hustle (hustle) [Verse 2] Yea, I don't know shit about gymnastics I summersault bricks Black talents start flyin, when a nigga flip I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can't fuck with
hustle (hustle) [Verse 2:] Yea, I don't know shit about gymnastics I summersault bricks Black talons start flyin, when a nigga flip I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can't fuck with
my heart tell me if you ever felt a heartbeat like this [Jelly Roll - hook] Boom boom boom boom BOOM is the sound that you hear From my heart beating
flow You wanna criticize dog, try a little more I'm so tired of this I could blow, fire in the hole I'm fired up so fire up the lighter and the dro Better
the ten fire side and ten lava No babylon ship can come dock up inna we harbour And then we know seh Jah would neva let we starve ya Hungry cook up banana
in a toy room not so far away Lived a boy who had so many toys And he didn't know what to do with them all With them all, with them all Well his favorite
em out your skull, and go for self Now in the summertime, it's like a whole 'nother realm Water victims, fire, and oceans overwhelm To walk outside, the heat will surely cook
I hear the fat bitch in the chimney Spark up the matches Fire catches And I burn that MOTHAFUCKA UP "Ho, ho.. wha.. wha.. what the fuck!" Cook his ass with
usha, with a name like that what you look for? More less like p with the hook up, hit me on the bat phone if you want it cooked up Ride with me, as I'
we scream "fuck 'em all!" I hustle hard in these city streets I got my block on fire with my HB's Spinnin' Benz in these drop tops double r Cook a brick
em Got a pocket full of bibles in my trench coat A bloody lunchbox filled with noses and throats Hacked up fragments of brain stuck in my hair A mayonnais jar filled with
