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Hey, this is cooking with Brook On the cooking channel Today we're gonna be making crack First take 36 ounces of coke Mixing it with water in a pot on the stove Next step to make them boulders add, baking soda If the flame is low then turn it up and stir it up Finally, just wait till it gets hard Then bag it up, you got a key Homie, that's the recipe, that's the recipe That's the recipe First take 36 ounces of coke Mixing it with water in a pot on the stove Next step to make them boulders add, baking soda If the flame is low then turn it up and stir it up Finally, just wait till it gets hard Then bag it up, you got a key Homie, that's the recipe, that's the recipe That's the recipe Before you decide to elect yourself in the game of dope Better know that it is cut throat Can't be cracking under pressure when your backed in a corner Against the ropes They ain't calling it snitching no more They calling it telling the truth They say you better get down first Before they decide to get down on you Mixing it up, shake and bake It's 2008, they got more data than '88 We used to make crazy cake, flipping weight Gotta get in and out before it be too late I don't want to be 6 feet under So I pack and tote my thump Suckas want to hate and block my thunder 'Cause I got more kicks than a punter Murder rates go up in the summer Killers go hunting like a hunter (How good can you live?) You can live good for 6 years But then it's football numbers First take 36 ounces of coke Mixing it with water in a pot on the stove Next step to make them boulders add, baking soda If the flame is low then turn it up and stir it up Finally, just wait till it gets hard Then bag it up, you got a key Homie, that's the recipe, that's the recipe That's the recipe Chef for the year, better yet, the fucking century Dread head killers with me before dem up insolate I'm in the kitchen scrapping up the pottery Working with my hands like the maestro at the symphony Sniff, I'm cocaine, shawty, take a wiff off me Stiff a liffy pisso nigga come and comprehend from me Talk slick to me, E40 style, you hearing me? Got a green skirt and I bought it off a recipe Hella p's, hella keys, yellow, purple, readily Put me in the feds if these crackers on the recipe 33 yellow D's purchased off my recipe Heavy cocaine in the G, plus I got a recipe First take 36 ounces of coke Mixing it with water in a pot on the stove Next step to make them boulders add, baking soda If the flame is low then turn it up and stir it up Finally, just wait till it gets hard Then bag it up, you got a key Homie, that's the recipe, that's the recipe That's the recipe Well, it's chef boy a Bun B, the king of the kitchen I got exactly what you need to do your thing when you pitching Guarantee to add a few layers of bling on your stitching Bein' teeded in your chest get you stinging and itching Got to have the right ingredients before you can start Like 1 part gangsterism with 1 part heart 2 parts of keeping it G and add you one hundred Milligrams of a killer, man and you'd had done it Put it all inside a Cadillac with them 3's and them 4's Swang wide and mix scurrily while skating on vogues Don't forget to shake them haters off homie that's a necessity Now you done made you a trill, nigga, now that's the recipe First take 36 ounces of coke Mixing it with water in a pot on the stove Next step to make them boulders add, baking soda If the flame is low then turn it up and stir it up Finally, just wait till it gets hard Then bag it up, you got a key Homie, that's the recipe, that's the recipe That's the recipe

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