Pusha T - Cook It Down Lyrics

Pusha T - Cook It Down

i went ahead and asked god for forgiveness
so now i’m just asking you to listen
i’m living in a world where my truth can be my lynching
last words “f-ck you all” feel the ropes tension
i’ll never compromise, in it til the powder dries
best friends drowned in quick sand and help you cowards rise
i floss in their honor, there legacy’s in bottles
make them walk like there 30 years is right around the corner
we was all f-cking shawna, you and e was f-cking on her
i was jealous when you both said her mouth was like piranha
yeaugh, spend money like we print money
buck fifty on the car, thats little dick money
the ac is forever broke, thats vent money
cocaine snowballed from gambling my rent money
everyday struggle get money, get the crown for
always thinking big now they praying for downfall

say you telling on me
told them folks bout me
all this coke round me
like it floats round me
cook it down, cook it down
you know that i cook it down, cook it down
everytime i come around.
i just bought the house
put the pent on it
no rent couple hundred cash spent on it

cook it down, cook it down
you that i cook it down, cook it down
everytime i come around.

got me loooking at the crown from a birdseye view
cause i hit the ground running from the birds i flew
no i’m standing at the top from the words i drew
rap shit’ll drive you crazy, it done drove shyne jew
mazel tov, now i’m hotter than a molotov
tell lyor i need a million for my monologues
i small price for my cocaine catalogue
scalp the coupe like a tomahawk
travelodge stories
i pray that you ignore me
if you can’t feel the joy off a hustler in his glory
hiding money in a wall from the first to third story
atl, glenridge, condo’s true story
a man of everything that i say i am
a little better than the fans, hope and pray i am
we the jokers out the deck and just play my hand
smokers getting stuck and going nuts
like it’s peter pan

say you telling on me
told them folks bout me
all this coke round me
like it floats round me
cook it down, cook it down
you know that i cook it down, cook it down
everytime i come around.
i just bought the house
put the pent on it
no rent couple hundred cash spent on it

cook it down, cook it down
you that i cook it down, cook it down
everytime i come around.

Pusha T - Start It Up Lyrics

Start It Up by Pusha T

[Kanye West]
What you gon do?
It’s GOOD Music and G-Unit
Ugh
Banks
Loso

[Swizz Beatz]
Ladies and Gentleman
you know they made cause cause cause I’m hood rich
you never ever seen good trick
You want a problem,
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
wait a minute

[Lloyd Banks]
big blue, cotton city shoe
cotton candy coupe
hard knock, orphan Annie loop
off the stoop
play with me, see what the screamy do
my canary shoe,
high beems pointed right at you, peek-a-boo
Benji paper made me hater-proof
all your thing reduce
menage a trois, purple haze and goose, got me loose
kick my way in and now I got the juice, Gucci bubble boots
thousand kicks couple hundred boots gettin flew
my top down, I’m flashing on em
I’m passing all them, pullover and hit the hazards on em
the ratchets on ‘em, wanna pay my dues, now it’s back to ballin
the raps a boring dead man, I dip the casket for em
I’m back performing, I bag em
break their back, don’t call em
look down on em like Dikembe, Patrick, Mourning
cash is pourin’
stunt stormin, go this out
camera phones capture everything that pictures dont.

[Swizz Beatz]
you know they mad cause cause cause I’m hood rich
you aint never ever seen good trick
You want a problem,
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
wait a minute
(repeated)

[Kanye West]
We keep these G’s in an alloy safe
and stash the weed in an altoids case
they say good things come to those who wait
so I’m gon be at least an hour late
I’m so fresh I should be arrested
new Tody Chester with my nuts on your chest b-tch
she said “hey ‘Ye”
I said “Yes B-tch”
damn I’m only asking you a question
I met this milf at the allstar getting action
a cougar with more rings than Phil Jackson
told her beauty is why God invented eyeballs
and her booty is why God invented my balls
I’m a rockstar, huh, start it up
start it up, huh, start it up
so popular you should get a shot of us
don’t take shots at us that is only obvious
the first album I vomited, the second I colonic’d it
aint nobody f-cking with me, I plutonic’d it
bet I got some slippers on, bet go honour it
these aint even real clothes homie I’m pyjama rich
Banks told me homie go switch the style up
these b-tches on me homie only to arouse us
told her I aint paying tonite I’m only browsing
she pulled her blouse up, said “it’s free”, I said WOWZER!

[Chorus]

[Swizz beatz]
Ninja, Kawasaki, Ducati, my old Harley
rock the party
move ya body
wassup, wassup
everybody
start it up (vroom, vroom)
start it up (vroom, vroom)
start it up (vroom, vroom)
start it up (vroom, vroom)
start it up (vroom, vroom)
wait a minute

[Ryan Leslie]
Lets get it started, get it started, get it started yeah yeh

Ladies and gentleman

[Fabolous]
Plenty hate, they be taking shots, never penetrate
money generated, if we aint in the house, renovate!
tryna eat, we aint finna wait
where’s da dinner plates?
BMW, ten to 8, interstate 95, passenger
baddest b-tch in the states, half Spanish half trinidad
complexion Henny straight
y’all aint got your business straight, track star, finna state
time is money and I can’t afford to be a minute late
it’s time to make a movie let the haters watch
diamonds spinning round the bezel thats tornado watch
my independant chick, I like my ladies Koch
she got an appetite for d-ck, I guess I place my crotch
that soft as tater top, long, try me not
under the wings, fried rice at the chinese spot
I hear ‘em talking but they aint really living it
opinions are like assholes so who gives a sh-t

[Chorus]

[Pusha T]
Ughh, my mindstate, raise the crime rate
break a whole brick down for old times sake
push an avalanche, that alpine shake
the coupe’s vanilla bean, the seats is pound cake
in my condo bit*hes with teddies on
wall full of mirrors, heaven for an Eddie Long
my life the fast lane, gettin my Andretti on
blow it all, you can’t take it when you dead and gone
You can’t hide it, I smell the fear
I can’t neither, you smell a millionaire
off crack money not rap money
poor platinum n-ggas, f-cking rap dummies
I wrap mummies, that’s kilograms
my brother’s keeper like Nino’s man
that’s G money, ghetto D money
1996 Master P money
Gone!