Cook It Up

[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 Bilderberg 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 ten 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

[Chorus]

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 pick 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 and stir till it boils hot

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 four

Man I swear, it's what I was made for

I'm trying to get what I paid for

[Chorus]

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 pick 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 and stir till it boils hot

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

[Chorus]

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