Cook

Seen you in the club doing the rub-a-dub

Looking for some trouble having fun

Laughing giggling with your a** 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 ni**a 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

See I need you

See see we do

Anything you please

I'll be your Hercules

Please I ain't too proud to beg

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

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

That one day you could be my lady