Cook - Fatlip

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 croûtons

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, 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'

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, checking 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, 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, can you cook?

Let me put your number in my phone book