Lyrical Breakdown of Cook It Up - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Cook It Up" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Migos weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Cook It Up" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Migos employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
- Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Migos's narrative.
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Everywhere I go, I'm a plug my show, you know I gotta turn up
I just left the plug, got a hundred birds and I put them in the trunk
Yeah I got halves, got zips, got kilos, got pounds, nigga tell me what you want
In the kitchen with a pyrex pot, turn it up a notch
Now I'm 'bout to cook it up, 'bout to cook it up, 'bout to cook it up
Got them chickens wiith me, now I'm 'bout to cook it up
'Bout to cook it up, got them Falcons with, now I'm 'bout to cook it up
'Bout to cook it up, 'bout to cook it up
Got me whipping up them babies, 'bout to cook it up
'Bout to cook it up, 'bout to cook it up
And I'm whipping, I can straight up whip it up
I whip it like slavery, my trap full of babies
Lil' mama she hate me, she say that I'm changing
I tell her I made it, the only changed the money I'm making, and the pamper on these babies
I'm whipping and whipping, these pigeons and chickens
These birds they flying from city to city
I'm pouring up actavist, dranking and sipping
The color is purple, I'm drinking on Ceely
The Bentley, the Benjis, these bitches they sucking like babies
On the nip of them titties, like VIC get silly
You talking 'bout hundred band juugs, young nigga you know that I'm with it
I pull up, I'm serving your city
I'm serving ODs, I got it from Mickey
Everywhere I go, I'm a plug my show, you know I gotta turn up
I just left the plug, got a hundred birds and I put them in the trunk
Yeah I got halves, got zips, got kilos, got pounds, nigga tell me what you want
In the kitchen with a pyrex pot, turn it up a notch
Now I'm 'bout to cook it up, 'bout to cook it up, 'bout to cook it up
Got them chickens wiith me, now I'm 'bout to cook it up
'Bout to cook it up, got them Falcons with, now I'm 'bout to cook it up
'Bout to cook it up, 'bout to cook it up
Got me whipping up them babies, 'bout to cook it up
'Bout to cook it up, 'bout to cook it up
And I'm whipping, I can straight up whip it up
I'm cooking and whipping up pies, with no eyes
I'm cooking them burgers and fries, I'm a master in disguise
Mama she told I'm wise, looking at Benjamin Frank in his eyes
I'm taking the plug to Hawaii, I'm chopping on bricks circumcised
My bitch, she came from Dubai, she got that good brain like Devry
I'm smoking and leaning and driving, I hope I don't get DUI
Watch out for the snake and the lies, I'm trapping and whipping cream pies
My wrists is like water come dive, the streets is a jungle you gotta survive
Everywhere I go, I'm a plug my show, you know I gotta turn up
I just left the plug, got a hundred birds and I put them in the trunk
Yeah I got halves, got zips, got kilos, got pounds, nigga tell me what you want
In the kitchen with a pyrex pot, turn it up a notch
Now I'm 'bout to cook it up, 'bout to cook it up, 'bout to cook it up
Got them chickens wiith me, now I'm 'bout to cook it up
'Bout to cook it up, got them Falcons with, now I'm 'bout to cook it up
'Bout to cook it up, 'bout to cook it up
Got me whipping up them babies, 'bout to cook it up
'Bout to cook it up, 'bout to cook it up
And I'm whipping, I can straight up whip it up