CASisDEAD - Cook It Up (Feat. B2) | Текст песни

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[Intro]
Yeah this is Castro yeah
And B2, my little sister sHY oNE on the buttons
This is some real D boy shit right here
Out to all my dope dealers, all my coke dealers, my crack shotters, pill poppers, piff sniffers sister's mothers
Free the [?] brothers
All my junk jookers, hoes, hookers, pimps, prozzies, fuck

[Verse 1]
I love my white ting
But I don't have sex with it
I might get vexed with it
If it don't wash up properly but that's how I flex, innit
I don't go up West with it
There's better ways you can invest in it
Like trips up country, freebie samples, getting them testing it
Yeah, my food's so exquisite
Cats can't even wait 10 minutes
They phone and I make my next visit
I bring the coke and the x with it
I don't know why I talk so explicit
I ain't trying to get caught, I ain't trying to go court, for my food to be used against me as an exhibit
So I watch how I step with it
Especially when I'm collecting it
Or supplying connects with it
If you cook it proper, you can buy a Lex with it
And roll up on your ex in it
Take her out for a drink and sprinkle a bit of the x in it

[Hook]
[I spy with my little eye, something beginning with C
Coke, C, crack, C, coke, C, crack, C, coke
I spy with my little eye, something beginning with C
Crack, C, coke, C, crack, C, coke, C, crack
We [?] it up then get in house real quick and make sure the door's locked
We cook it up in a pot with water and soda [?]
We chop it up into stones, pebbles and small rocks
We shot up on blocks in boxes or blocks

[Verse 2]
Feds follow me in their Vectra
Cause they know I sell cocaine and heroin and ketamine etc
But I don't fear no inspector
The way I'm building traps, you'd think I'm into architecture
I take care of my cats, that don't mean they get anything extra
They get just what they pay for
No more, no less but the best cause that's what I aim for
Good leng, yeah, that's what I'm famed for
I'm in an old shaped A4 with two white cats that love to blaze raw
And they know what they came for
Yeah, yeah, so what's he chatting my name for
It's like he don't even know how long I've been in the game for
Chatting like I'm a new kid on the block, I've been shotting that dust and rock since day 4
Man I swear, it's not what I was made for
I'm trying to get what I paid for

[Hook]
I spy with my little eye, something beginning with C
Coke, C, crack, C, coke, C, crack, C, coke
I spy with my little eye, something beginning with C
Crack, C, coke, C, crack, C, coke, C, crack
We [?] it up then get in house real quick and make sure the door's locked
We cook it up in a pot with water and soda [?]
We chop it up into stones, pebbles and small rocks
We shot up on blocks in boxes or blocks

[Verse 3]
I had to grow up so quickly, my dad was a no show
So me and mumsy had no dough
Living off benefits strictly
Then one day it hit me
Like fuck getting paper legit'ly
I linked up with Lucy, I started shotting that Bobby and Whitney
And you know I got that white girl, that Christina or Britney
Certain man like to hit B
That's why I've got to bring that with me
I respond real swiftly
To any shot that's more than a fifty
Are you getting my drift, G?
I bill a spliff to lift me
Hit the strip with so much piff, I can't help but act all shifty
Feds pree me and they try to shift me
This shit's so risky
Like mixing VSOP with MDMA and a little bit of whiskey

[Hook]
I spy with my little eye, something beginning with C
Coke, C, crack, C, coke, C, crack, C, coke
I spy with my little eye, something beginning with C
Crack, C, coke, C, crack, C, coke, C, crack

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