Don Cook - Midnight Rocket Hour lyrics

[Intro: Tony Rocket] Oh we recording right now? Yeah, we on air? Are we on air? Yeah? Alright Um, you're listening to, uh, Tony Rocket Midnight Rocket Hour, we're uh - You just got done listening to, uh - Finger Shots Finger Shots? (Licking) What's it called? (Licking Shots) Licking Shots? (Yeah) Oh, Licking Shots, we just got done listening to We have a special guest with us today, we have Don Cook I see you brought your posse with you (Yeah) So uh - I understand you be - you're a rapper And I understand you - you "rap-rap" Like, you're really a rapper, so I was just wondering if you - We maybe get you rapping some raps right now? (Uh) Can we get a beat for Don Cook? (Yeah) Hello? Can someone play a f**ing beat bro? [Verse 1] I'mma drop the mic like Father Mase No time to waste I operate in song durations It's safe to say I got y'all hesitating When you play my songs and hear me launch my spaceship Into your ears, use the drums as bases Take my laser gun and stun your faces Stuff I say's enough to make you say "what the f**" Mom'll cuss at you for language If a lady wakes you up to taste your cum Is it way too rushed to say you want a son Cause a baby bump is lately what she wants And the way she s**s it makes me wanna fu*k I'm dangerous but someone shut the door on my cape and made me tug the sh** "wait up" Think I'm stuck babe and I hate to run But I'm carrying the car when I'm taking off If you wanna hop in better make your mind up No rocketship but I pay for OnStar If I hit plane over San Diego They'll prolly find your body in a lake or pond, I - I never really said that I met your mama Seemed like a nice lady till I checked the mileage Prolly had a thousand dicks since she left for college And remembers all that sh** like Pepperidge Farm [Verse 2] She got "Ya Gurl Trish" tatted on the back on her arm And with a little magic, I can take her back to the car and we can Get it cracking like a Snap and a Pop And have her back at the apartment at the Crack of dawn So take it back, I was macking like a Mary in black I had to pack an actual cup for me to carry my sack And I'm just in the back, acting like I'm married for laughs Actually, this plastic ring, it got her staring me back I clear a narrow path and Get to dashing like a hyphen Dancing like my life's just a panoramic of fly sh** Banter 'bout the night but I'm fantasizing the light switch Feel her pant with my hand on top of her thigh gripping [Verse 3] It's Donny and RG so I guess pigs must be flying I'm causing hell to freeze over with all the sin that's inside us Spitting ice till it's frigid, your women's nipples split diamonds Thinking blizzards in Michigan with no mittens to fight it Igniting wicks to these candles can't have our listeners blinded Inside the land of the rhythm, a batch of spitters get knighted I find I only like mistletoe - I got off beat [Verse 3] It's Donny and RG so I guess pigs must be flying I'm causing hell to freeze over with all the sin that's inside us Spitting ice till it's frigid, your women's nipples split diamonds Thinking blizzards in Michigan with no mittens to fight it Igniting wicks to these candles can't have our listeners blinded Inside the land of the rhythm, a batch of spitters get knighted I find I only like mistletoe if the chick to the side of me Gets the right idea, and if she bites her lip, I'm inside of her Blink of an eye and I ain't participant I am the f**ing bishop of fire Messiahs fish for the light in me But my rivers entirely frozen over since I released 1996 Told to find a rope or decide what side of the road I should lie on Or write a note of desires, blow a hole about the size of a f**ing pole in the side of my head Minus the coldness and the roads that I've traveled I find the core to my soul isn't as destroyed as imagined Grab the torch that's been pa**ed and play back and forth with these f*ggots but that gets old after while and now holding my tounge They only act at they shows and when back at home, they relaxing And crack a joke but I notice that they ain't rolling too lavishly, ah [Verse 4] Really don't care, nah I really don't matter, really don't matter the chatter Really don't chat about matters this much So pa** me the blunt for a puff and a pa** Hugging your mother I rub on her a** Really it wasn't that much of a task Kind of just tugged on the back of her shirt until pa**ion was learnt - f**ed in the bath That ain't your verse - burning to ask Is how you gon' rap from the burbs? How you going to act like you murder Rap like you heard that your verses are burning the map that these rappers are on You package it wrong Take that sh** back with you home Go scratch at your dome, take that kid back in his zone, and don't you come asking for more [Verse 5] Watching k**er Klowns from Outer Space, getting faded While I'm waving my cup Like what's up with the waiter See I'm overrated as f** So f** waiting tables So I stuck to the game Like pavement to gum Up-up-away, my brains thinking d** The puff-puff, the blaze, erasing the f**s I just gave 'em up Enough tucked away To huff on for days So f** waking up And f** chasing luck when the other side of the rainbow's Just saving up Enough change to bust A month savings just To up'n take a bus To some random place So f** staying in the cut Don C, give a f** of it Lil honky in a rust bucket, come s** it Tryna untuck my maf**in shirt Unbu*ton that b**h like hers Gon' spit on yalls turf (qua-tweo) Spit on y'alls words Cause y'all can't stand daughters fidgeting they skirts When my verse pop on, got 'em listening to birds in a pen One hand diggin in your purse That's word to Nickel Nina Those several divas in your posse sh** I still ain't seat em And take a leave? Well sh**, I might as well just pull the tree up and feed the people with the apples from the Garden of Eden and have what Adam's eating If that ain't reason for you to pack up and leave Well here's your eviction notice, you have until the 15th Evacuating the building, as women and children leave I take great pleasure in introducing the bee