[Intro: Curren$y]
Yeah
Uh
Jets
N***a
This
Ain't
No
(Yeah)

[Chorus: Dee Low]
And this is how we cook up, cook up, cook up
And this is how we cook up, cook up, cook up
And this is how we cook up, cook up, cook up
And this is how we cook up, cook up, cook up (Yeah)
And this is how we cook up, cook up (Free lunch, free lunch)
And this is how we cook up, cook up (Free lunch, free lunch)
And this is how we cook up (Free lunch, free lunch, free lunch)
And this is how we cook up (Free lunch, free lunch)

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Miami Vice speed boat racing
Doing the shit for real, you n***as is living in simulation mode
I'm in my vacation home, just smoking weed and making songs
Won't be long, the Jets is coming, and suckas is under pressure
Homie thinkin' his flow is sick, it's only slightly under the weather
Phoney, off-brand, knock-off, it feel good to just be not y'all
Real bitches I spot you, run through your pockets, and get it out ya
Bring it back to the Jets laughing, telling us all about ya
Losers giving me something to rap about, that's why I thank 'em
Drive through banking in my Lincoln withdrawing them Franklins
I told you where I was going, but you ignored my blinkers
Food for thought, this a Thanksgiving feast for all big thinkers
[Chorus: Dee Low]
And this is how we cook up, cook up, cook up
And this is how we cook up, cook up, cook up
And this is how we cook up, cook up, cook up
And this is how we cook up, cook up, cook up
And this is how we cook up, cook up (Free lunch, free lunch)
And this is how we cook up, cook up (Free lunch, free lunch)
And this is how we cook up (Free lunch, free lunch, free lunch)
And this is how we cook up (Free lunch, free lunch)

[Verse 2: Bun B]
A trill I be kinger, a rapper not a singer
I'm a '84 swinger, and a pop-trunk banger
And a mega lick stinger, and a mega brick-slanger
With a fucked up attitude, I don't do too good with my anger
So I keep one in the chamber, then point it with the laser
Pray for a Jesus favor, 'cause nobody else can save ya
Toe to toe, raw n***as know that I'm just a chest-caver
For you to try to step up to me, G, check your behaviour
(Check your behaviour, bitch) Yeah, that's just a warning shot
Just so we know whether the safety switch is on or not
I'm on fire, my n***a, this shit is boiling hot
And we gon' force feed it to the game, whether it's [?] or not

[Chorus: Dee Low]
And this is how we cook up, cook up, cook up
And this is how we cook up, cook up, cook up
And this is how we cook up, cook up, cook up
And this is how we cook up, cook up, cook up
And this is how we cook up, cook up (Free lunch, free lunch)
And this is how we cook up, cook up (Free lunch, free lunch)
And this is how we cook up (Free lunch, free lunch, free lunch)
And this is how we cook up (Free lunch, free lunch)
[Verse 3: Curren$y]
Chess boards, Spitta Bobby Fischer Fresh
Next move I make will place my enemies in checkmate
Heavy weights smoking grapes, purple baked goods
Zipped all the way shut, so that no others see my face
I'm in my personal place, scanning landscapes for inspiration
Spitta making paper through windows, I'm Bill Gates
Major magazine covers I grace, because I released a fleet of free tapes
And nann one of them flaked
Spitta not that great, I be the first to admit it
But I'm better than who you're listen to
Baby girl [?] to go see the weed man
Spitta killin' beats them n***as scared of, Jets over your head, 'cause—

[Chorus: Dee Low]
And this is how we cook up, cook up, cook up
And this is how we cook up, cook up, cook up
And this is how we cook up, cook up, cook up
And this is how we cook up, cook up, cook up
And this is how we cook up, cook up (Free lunch, free lunch)
And this is how we cook up, cook up (Free lunch, free lunch)
And this is how we cook up (Free lunch, free lunch, free lunch)
And this is how we cook up (Free lunch, free lunch)