Los Brigados – Cook Up Lyrics

Ooo baby that's cold
Eskimo Bros ya dig!
Pot smokin' Puerto Rican reekin' off that good shit
Always on that bullshit, sip jamey when the kush lit
Pull up on ya queen wearing my king pushas
Arroz con lechon how me and ViVO cook up
I'm all about a profit
You niggas outta pocket
Audio narcotics
What you want I got it
Baby I'm a narco
Got more lines than a barcode
Shorty think I'm guapo
She wetter than a lago
I call her Tata
She call me Pablo
To the feds
Me no hablo
I'm fuckin' on a thot
I'm on a money op
Nixon island wit 20 bitches on a yacht
Pockets lookin' like a dead presidential grave
Party lookin' like the Puerto Rican day parade
Shawty overseas but she came from Hialeah
Love me a goody goody down for the puteria
Pot smokin' Puerto Rican reekin' off that good shit
Pot smokin' Puerto Rican reekin' off that good shit
Pot smokin' Puerto Rican reekin' reekin' reekin'
Arroz con lechon how me and ViVO cook up
Pot smokin' Hialeah Cuban on some hood stuff
Fire when I cook up
Big Homie got the hook up
Cop it by the L
Break it off in dubs
Still winnin' when I lose, I don't need no fuckin' love
Got a problem with the volume, bitch they needa turn me up
Me and Reeko on the beat so you gon' see 'em run it up
Got a sweet thang on the tuck
Couple G's up in the truck
On the passenger side if we see a fuckin' scrub
Kinda quiet but that silence turn to violence if you trippin'
Check the mileage, I'm the pilot, 'bout to fly in on you bitches
Never minded the attention
Just a sign of narcissism
Bar for bar no competition
Fight or flight no Darwinism
Me and Fortune pissin' off these other rappers just for livin'
Showin' up to their events with Bimmers, Bentleys, and some Benzes
Streamin' heavy when we spittin
Even mentioned by the critics
Makin' fetti by the minute
Stay connected to my city, I'm a
Pot smokin' Hialeah Cuban on some
P-P-P-Pot smokin' Hialeah Cuban on some
Pot smokin' Hialeah Cuban on some hood stuff
Fire when I cook up
Big Homie got the, got the, got the