Cookin' Soul

[Hook]

Get yours nigga, cause Imma get mine

Get yours nigga

Get yours nigga, cause Imma get mine

Get yours nigga, I say this one time

Get yours nigga, cause Imma get mine

Get yours nigga, ge-get yours

Get yours nigga, cause Imma get mine

Niggas see me blow

[Verse 1: Chuuwee]

Yo, we hit the poverty line its looking drastic man

These spare jobs, they got me out on the traffic jam

I need cash, something I was singing last year

We moving bags and holding a lot of glass zips

Stressin, mad frantic, I'm past panicked

I can't throw it all the way and just trash can it

You mean to tell me I'm just trapped on this vast planet?

And one city that Cap. Planet can never save

When I was young '95 seen better days

Back when i was five mama told me you better behave

We need the money, its bad nigga you better save

Can't spend the rest of ya life being a cheddar slave

But now the pressure got the people actin maniac

Clutchin shot guns, hitting niggas with them baby macks

Shit is retarded as radio where they play me at

How they play me close for them jobs so I'm robbing now

[Bridge x2]

(Get yours nigga, cause Imma get mines)

Anybody get in the way then they'll be losin his life, It's real

(Get yours nigga, cause Imma get mines)

Whether they put me in the cell, still I'm doin the crime, for real

[Verse 2: Willie the Kid]

Cookin' Soul, no purgatory

Mandatory meetings out in Sacramento, Thunder Valley

Black car, the incidentals, park the rental

Smoking on the finest fennel, Love and Cali

Rock Bally's like a player

I'm nothing but a fly rhyme sayer

Manufacture blades, like conveyor

Belts, leaving welts on the game

Poppin' crips like Welch's, Champagne Willie

Micheal Phelps, got me swimming in these women

Bending corners in my nice car

Lobster, crawfish, cross your name out

Cop mine before they came out

I gotta get mine, my nigga Chuuwee got the same route

Get yours nigga!

[Outro]

G-get yours!