Cookin Soul - Bikini Bottom lyrics

[Intro] Cookin' soul! Are ya ready kids? [Verse 1: Chuuwee] Blazed like the Galleria Inhaling salvia was burnin' down a pound of reefer Fell asleep watching nicktoons and eatin' pizza Now hot n' ready, 5 dollars for the Little Caesar's But that don't matter, could of swore I woke up floatin' And not because I'm smokin' It's like im literally chillin' in the ocean Started looking around like you gotta be jokin' My vision all clouded, here's what happened when I focused I was standin' next to Mr. Krabs Patrick and Squidward both kissin' a** Trynna get a raise from out the Krusty Krab I'm flippin' patties all the customers is gettin' mad Movin' at my quickest pace pardon if it isn't fast Krabs bust in, he yellin' talkin' this n' that Hit him with a quick jab and threw some patties in the trash Spit it some fries, told squidward stop b**hin' n***a open up the register before the kitchen lid blast I made off and stuffed the money in my square pants Police boat sirens in the background, I hit the gas 260 like a maybach, I'm in the dash Grippin' steerin' wheels, callin' Sandy trynna get some a** Gotta make it quick n' fast Larry the Lobster wants to beef im finna kick his a** N' f** gary always whinin' with his kitten half The cops closing in But I ain't waitin' for this episode to end I'm highspeedin' and lane changin' Squeezin' them thangs still burnin' trees Rope noose ready to hang Plankton Miss Puff got ran down crossin' the street at a red light Too bad b**h I hate waitin' My hands shakin' they closin' in Damnit, my gas tank empty once again Got to the crib jumped out screamin it ain't nathan And then I woke up in the hospital veins achin' [Outro: Chuuwee] Caught the suds Kids please don't do d**, please This is why I stopped smoking so much