El Cocinero

I can remember the stars shine
I can remember feeling fine
I can remember empanadas and cheap wine
En la cocina, like el cocinero soy yo
Pero, something's on the menu, cocinero don't know

Hello, all ladies in the place
They got that style and grace
You see, stealing from biggie is a thing that i like to do
Cause only biggie can describe women as beautiful as you

Bet you don't know, but i'm not a gambling man
Thing's changed when i saw your hair
You're holding two aces up there above your cheeks
You staring at me and i'm feeling fucking weak

Fuck feeling me
A look like that, no need to speak
Gonna make a passion plane like am Christ, baby
I can lift your weight, just get off the stage I think i'll start with hey!
And see what happens, we could happen
Remember later ten years in the date

Yo, yo, pausa, play, el relato
Preparo el guiso, sentí con el olfato
Fiesta en el rioba, plenty minas but i'm like nah
Thinking about the lady in the back dressed in black

Looking at me like a professional killer
Thriller on the rooftop; vanilla, not a drop
Figure, i can't figure out where it starts
Make that body rock
Nah, that's making my heart stop
Cocinero, bajáte del fuego, ya está

Think about you lying next to me
Thinking about what you gonna do next to me
Flex with me, vaccine me
Blessing me, hit the apex with me

Perplexingly, you bested me
This is testing me, lexically
I just wanna tell you, plain and directly
Fucking abuse me, fucking use me
I don't care what you do, just fucking do me

Do we, oh we?
Do we? do we?
Can it be you and me?
Call the doctor, i'm feeling woozy