Kool G Rap - Cook a n***az Ass lyrics

"My motherf**ing name is Bill Blasting Aiyyo Foxxx, cook a n***a a**" [Freddie Foxxx] Now I'ma lay this lyric down quick like I planned A real smooth style from the militant mack man So rappers that feel they got hot enough to flow with me Put your mic down punk, you can't roll with me Cause I can take it better than the best And hogtie you motherf**ers and blow holes in your chest So understand that I come rough and rugged and wicked and tough Until you motherf**ers had enough, yeah The master of the microphone, I'm not a star in glitter A b**h get in my face popping sh**, I'm gon' hit her Break her f**ing legs so the b**h can't stand And then grab a forty-five and put a slug in her man Drag 'em to a hole where they can't be found Then throw dirt on 'em by the pound Now every time I go to a Hip Hop show I check the set To see how many rappers I can wet Because I scheme while they're dancing, I beat up high and hell I chase down their DJs and whip 'em with a belt And then I go to dressing rooms looking for my victim See that my right-hand man already kicked 'em And stomped 'em, put the nine barrel in his mouth I drag 'em to the stage and take 'em out I'm sick and tired of seeing all of you wannabe tough guys Wannabe rough guys, I'm giving ya puffed eyes Man I'm knocking n***as off in '93 And saying 'What's up?' to all the n***as in jail that's down with me The rapper that used to be my man And then he got too cool for motherf**ers in dealer's pants He went Hollywood, you lost your style and your flavour And looked for Freddie Foxxx to save ya But yeah I see ya drowning and you reaching for the paddle I crack you in ya motherf**ing head and watch ya brains rattle And then I pull you ashore for more And you'll be wishing that I left you to drown on the ocean floor Twenty-thousand leagues, and my rhyme is still going Like a wave in your face, I'm still flowing I'm nice with the mic like I'm nice with my fist You might think that you can reach out and touch this But when you reach your arm out, you might as well forget it I chop your f**ing arm off and beat your f**ing a** with it It's f**ed up the way n***as try to play you They try to get yours when you a hard-striving, working motherf**er But you know what? I'm barbequing that a** in '93 baby, like this... [Hook] Cook a n***as a**! {*X6*} Yo G. Rap, you bad? Well cook that n***as a**! [Kool G. Rap] Here I come to get some motherf**ing wreck But first I gotta um, vest check, gun check, clip one check, clip two check I'm set, so let a motherf**er move a muscle When I tussle there'll be pieces in n***as backs like f**ing puzzles Cause Kool G. Rap is known for bringing mad noise, a bad boy When I was young I always carried guns, I never had toys Foxxx, give me the infrared and semi And I'm putting red dots on n***as foreheads and making motherf**ers Indian You got beef? Go get yourself a wreath because it's murder Cause I put holes in my beef like f**ing White Castle burgers So now I gotsta run up on a clown with the four-pound co*ked back, rock black, gun a n***a down I see him, he's coming out the f**ing coliseum Then hopped into a BM, sh** Put in a clip and then I dipped into the ride that my man had Parked on the sidewalk, then we start to glide I'm raining on 'em, faster n***a, oh yeah regaining on 'em {Oh sh** he's with somebody else} f** it, put his brain on 'em Boom, boom, no survivors Lifted the n***a out the seat when they found him, he be a back-seat driver But I ain't finished with the trigger yet, I'm lighting up a cigarette Bang, bang, I left the other n***a wet It's G. Rap baby, you know me, you try to hurt this I'll split your f**ing top and leave a fingerprint on purpose [Freddie Foxx] If ten n***as play me, ten n***as fry If twenty women love me, then twenty b**hes cry This is Freddie Foxxx and I'll never die And I'ma tell your motherf**ing a** why [Hook] Cook a n***as a**! {*X6*} Aiyyo Foxxx, you bad? Then cook that n***as a**! [Freddie Foxxx] Freddie Foxxx, said I'm devious, a lot of n***as know I'll make a grown man put on high heels and treat him like f**ing hoe I go back to the dark age of pain When Greeks used to whip to a motherf**er with a seven-inch thick chain I'm the epitome of pain I'll drag it out your a**, wet n***as can't stand the rain I've been around for thirteen years, I never stall it When n***as see Foxxx they can't call it I smile in your face, I make you think it's cool I kidnap that a** and drag ya down to the swimming pool Hold ya underwater, pull ya up just before you die Take a knife and jam it in your eye Never ask why, die rapper die It was you and I, now it's just I f** who got to watch, it's who got the Glocks And who can outsmart them stanking a** cops I got a twenty-two snub stashed in my sock It does more damage than a ten-millimetre Glock Because the bullets gon' travel from your foot To your watermelon head, either way your a** is still dead Call the morgue, cause sh** just got drastic This test he couldn't pa** it, so he became the blasted ba*tard Cause Foxxx ain't nobody to be joking with Kool G. Rap and Freddie Foxxx still smoking sh** I still represent it just like I own it My rhyme will take a n***as head clean off his body now won't it Since you p**y n***a, I'm up on it Check you for your microphone and tone it like I own it Stick an Uzi in your a**, make you fess up Kick you in your a**, b**h n***a, pull your dress up [Hook] Cook a n***as a**! {*X6*} Kool G. Rap and Freddie Foxxx Yeah, cook a n***as a**!