We doing this baby,   Oh shit!   What the fuck happened   Nah man, Nah    Nah this what I'ma do   I'ma get on the phone one time   Stupid, yo, aiyyo   Aiyyo      Verse 1:      Why this shit ain't cooking up right   Papi told me this is solid white   Fuck it wrap it up take it back up   Still in all it's a play out   Tired of spending money   Might get them niggas laid out   Yo, yo Fernando sent me yo   Stop acting hostile yo   And yo don't point that shit at me   Bad enough I gotta come in the crib   Wid spanish niggas using languages and shit   I'm feeling like a dick   Left the crib wit my hand brolic   This is some bullshit   Might get knocked take the wrist coward   Yo Fernando what happened?   Shit cooking up backwards   Light up a Backwood   Don't make me backtrack   Blew it dime it the llelo lay low   Saying in my mind    Fuck that papi gotta pay off   Cash rules the Power-Wu chant it   Yo Louis this ain't our product   This is Carlos family   Oh y'all wanna play me like a smoker   Coming out my ice choker   My man in the back, looking colder   Papi yo why y'all wanna jucks me   Yo listen B we got the best clientele since '83   Fuck it, pull out the pot let's cook it    Light the stove up   Julie go to the store get some flour   Sat back burning a big dutch   With the crisp 18 shot glock, stashed in my nuts   Poured it in the Pyrex sizzling   Now it start drizzling   Rainy day murder black won't miss him   Still I'm yelling this shit is business   But they still ain't gon' violate    What I stand for wid these drizzers   He took it off the stove run the water   Trying to work me yo   Knew I shouldn'ta hit the nigga's daughter   He mighta showed more love   Than went in the freezer    Broke the ice down, pour it in   We both looking at it on the twirl around particles grew    Fly Khaluas is mad sliding Coronas through   Feeling like Castro's cousin   Gave them niggas all of my life    All of my paper all my judgement   It droppa only like an ounce worth   Should I just come out my shirt   Go berserk and let the Macks burst   Skate off body in the Bronx   Same shit Gotti was on   Shallah they gonna get your's play it calm   Seventeen five was the total plus the five,    Hundred for the cab driver that was rolling