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Cook Lyrics

Seen you in the club, doing the rub-a-dub
Looking for some trouble having fun
Laughing, giggling, with your ass wiggling
Thinking to myself, hell yeah she's the one

Young and tender, slender, far from ugly
Lovely female gender
I send 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're the type I like to get close to
Go back to my chateaus for a late night
Night snack sip a little Merlot

Blackened salmon salad with 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 could be my lady?
You look good but can you cook?
Let me put your number in my phone book

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

First date, large, it 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 the old Fatlip charm
Feelin' my arm

Checkin' my strength, feeling my leg
Checking my length, uh
Hot damn
You a dime like one tenth of a dollar

Lookin' like a young Paula Abdul
Fools follow you try to holla at you
That's you, ain't nothing new
Beautiful way back, molested at two

But I don't really care about the past
I just want this thing right here to last
I mastered my dick, don't get enthusiastic
Or blast too quick and bust off too fast

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

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

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

See I need you
See, see we do
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)

Sick of tricking dough on hoes
Spending an arm and a leg
(Sick of tricking dough on hoes
Spending an arm and a leg)
Drinking all alone Coronas by the keg

I vaguely recall the last call I received
Or 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 morning and evening

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

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

Said, 1, 2, 3, when I rock for you

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

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

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