paroles de chanson We Cookin' - Max Wassen

I'm kinda tired of everything in my fridge, though
Don't feel inspired to making myself a gift
I look around and I thought about what to mix yo
A carrot and an olive are the only things
Screw it now I'm going and I'm walking out my flat
I'm craving something that could haggle
With my stomach just to shut it 'fore I punch it
Wanna hug it for a minute, my grumbling's a menace
I know I cannot clench it but I do not know
Where to begin 'till it's sitting right in front of me
Neon sign, glowing green
Restaurant everything
Could it really have everything?
I could go for anything so everything is fine
So I loosened up my belt, then I went inside like

All the smells in the air
As I float to a chair
She like you ready to order right?
Got the whole place going like

At the pizza party restau(ranto)
Pass the calamari Ale(jandro)
Pasta on the stacks I want a (grease coat)
Give me heart attacks I need a (big coke)
(Salt, salt, salt, salt) I want fries
Want the salsa placed upon the one side
(Dip, dip, dip, dip) my slice
Get me everything that you have when we cooking like

(Can I take your order, sir?)
Well, I guess
We'll start out with the burger
But keep it real simple
Double triple with some pickles
And some mayo in the middle
But I want it on a raft
And with that extra shingles
Slick backed four by four
Six pack craft singles
With a shimmie and a squeeze
Keep it light with axle grease
You need to burn it up, make it cry, make it weep
Have it swimming with the fishes and with it delicious beef
Want it sloppy and deluxe and my boss in the meat
Also want a plate of pizzas, twenty topics, one is cheetah
Also see to shape it big enough to fit this pizzeria
Give me something cheesy like linguine dipped in meaty
Seedy chocolate from the super speedy queasy man with kiwi
Then put it in the shoe, fry the shoe with a bird
Put it in a boot, yeah a boot with some fur
Then have T-pain come and sing it to me
While your feeding me feet
That's what I need

(Anything else?)
I also want some peanuts and bananas,
Some green eggs and then some ham and a coconut
Grown in Panama swimming up on the beach (yeah)
Mixed inside some coffee that's blended inside with toffee
That comes with, uh, a Ferrari and fried up up on the seat (got it)
An island I can gobble up
A swing and a miss
A belly to bump
A couple of nuts
For something to cut
And get me a Deli and everything
Better be better than heavenly I want a belly
And y'all would be dead to me if I don't get any of
Principal Wetherby's hickory celery buttered up jelly Bean pork chops

Want my belly so large it can gobble my belt
But I want a Diet Coke, 'cause I'm thinking of health
I'm yelling

At the pizza party restau(ranto)
Pass the calamari Ale(jandro)
Pasta on the stacks I want a (grease coat)
Give me heart attacks I need a (big coke)
(Salt, salt, salt, salt) I want fries
Want the salsa placed upon the one side
(Dip, dip, dip, dip) my slice
Get me everything that you have when we cooking like

(Salt, salt, salt, salt) when we cooking like
(Dip, dip, dip, dip) when we cooking like
(Salt, salt, salt, salt) when we cooking like
(Dip, dip, dip, dip) when we cooking like
Ba da ba da ba da
Ah ba da ba da ba da
Know that I be feeling it
Woo! Wah!
Ah, she forgot the pickles