Cook Songtext
von Fatlip

Check, check it
Check, check it out
Check it out
Yeah, yeah, I just wanna talk to y′all
But wait a minute, you know really
You know, but, yeah, let me, let me do it like this


Seen you in the club, doing the rub-a-dub
Looking for some trouble, having fun
Laughing, giggling, with your ass wigglin'
Thinking to myself, "Hell yeah, she′s the one"
Young and tender, slender
Far from ugly, lovely, female gender
I sent ya a drink from across the bar
Wink, wink, I'm feeling up to par
So I approach you, like I'm supposed to
′Cause you the type I like to get close to
Go back to my chateau
For a late night snack, sip a little Merlot
Blackened salmon salad and croutons
Conversate ′til dawn on a fifty-dollar futon
Me and you 'til the sunrise
I′m looking in your eyes, thinking of your thighs

Hey, baby, do you think maybe
That one day you can be my lady?
You look good, can you cook?
Let me put your number in my phone book
Hey, baby, do you think maybe
That one day you can be my lady?
You look good, can you cook?
Let me put your number in my phone book


First date, Lord, you look great
Five star spot, five-hundred a plate
Play the role like I'm ballin′, your body callin'
Uh, so I spend a little cash money like a nigga from New Orleans
I see you fallin′ for that old Fatlip charm
Feelin' my arm, checkin' my strength
Feelin′ my leg, checkin′ my length, uh
Hot damn, you a dime, like one-tenth of a dollar
Looking like a young Paula Abdul
Fool follow you, tryna holla
At you, that's you, ain′t nothin' new
Beautiful way back, molested at two
But I don′t really care about your past
I just want this thing right here to last
I mastered my dick, don't get enthusiastic
I blast too quick and bust off too fast

Hey, baby, do you think maybe
That one day you can be my lady?
You look good, can you cook?
Let me put your number in my phone book
Hey, baby, do you think maybe
That one day you can be my lady?
You look good, can you cook?
Let me put your number in my phone book

I just wanna talk to you right here, baby
What′s going on with you?
Nah, I seen you, I seen you, I seen you the other night
You know what I'm sayin'? I wanted to, uh
Get at you or whatever, but you know
(Check it out)

See, I need you, see, see we do
Oh, anything you please, I′ll be your Hercules
(Anything you please, I′ll be your Hercules)
Please, I ain't too proud to beg
(Please, I ain′t too proud to beg)
I'm sick of tricking dough-warm hoes, spending an arm and a leg
(Sick of tricking dough-warm hoes, spending an arm and a leg)
Drinking all alone, Coronas by the keg
I vaguely recall the last call I received
Exactly when my last ejaculation was achieved
Without the assist of a hole in my fist
It′s almost as if sex doesn't exist
But that′s only half of the whole thing
I need a queen to respect the king
Wear my ring, bear my offspring
Bring me meals in morning and evening

Hey, baby, do you think maybe
That one day you can be my lady?
You look good, can you cook?
Let me put your number in my phone book
Hey, baby, do you think maybe
That one day you can be my lady?
You look good, can you cook?
Let me put your number in my phone book

Yeah, I said a one, two, three when I rock for you
That one day you can be my lady?
You look good, can you cook?
Let me put your number in my phone book
Hey, baby, uh, uh
That one day you can be my lady?
Uh, uh