Casisdead - Cook It Up lyrics

[Intro] Yeah this is Castro yeah And B2, my little sister sHY oNE on the bu*tons This is some real D boy sh** right here Out to all my dope dealers, all my coke dealers, my crack shotters, pill poppers, piff sniffers sister's mothers Free the [?] brothers All my junk jookers, hoes, hookers, pimps, prozzies, f** [Verse 1] I love my white ting But I don't have s** 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 10 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 [Hook] [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 [?] 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 c**aine and h**n 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 4 Man I swear, it's not what I was made for I'm trying to get what I paid for [Hook] 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 [?] 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 f** 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 sh**'s so risky Like mixing VSOP with MDMA and a little bit of whiskey [Hook] 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