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CookOut
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Hip-Hop/Rap
CookOut was released on May 3, 2024 by Kabo as a part of the album CookOut - Single
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Release DateMay 3, 2024
LabelKabo
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM87

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wahhab
Wahhab
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
abdulwahab abdulrahman
abdulwahab abdulrahman
Songwriter
Mazen Shaaban
Mazen Shaaban
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mazen Shaaban
Mazen Shaaban
Producer, Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

People like talkin' lot mad shit,
Mumbling, mumbling about jackshit,
Flexin', sexin', all that bullshit,
Rections gettin' lot some mad hits.
Yeah, they keep talkin' lot mad shit,
Jackshit mumblin' about rad shit,
Flexin', sexin', all that bull shit,
Rections gettin' lot some mad hits.
But here, no, don't you doubt,
Ain't even close to my about.
I will scream top my lungs,
To get the message here and out.
I Will work twice as hard,
Just so I could getta shout.
Know I'm never bowin' out,
I'm not here just for the clout.
لو فقدت معنى قوللي،
يبقى إيه اللي بتدندنه؟
أصل فقاهة ال fucking معنى،
هو كل اللي بتقدمه.
بس نسيتوا إنتم بتهبدوا،
على الأصيل إنتم بتردموا.
بس أنا جاي هو في الطريق،
Yamm the new guy from the Middle East,
Starve myself and now I feast.
Join on all my treat,
No fork, I'm diggin' meat,
No pork, I'm cookin' beef.
Cook slow the sweater meat,
My stove will fill the seats.
I’m new here on the streets,
To compete with all elites.
Rubbed and prepped,
And is ready for the cookout.
Fuck the meds,
Amma leave it all on you God.
Stead we tread,
As I shred the bread.
Amma set the trend,
Then I twist and bend.
People like talkin' lot mad shit (Jackshit),
Mumbling, mumbling about Jackshit,
Flexin', sexin', n' all that bullshit,
Rections gettin' lot some mad hits.
Yeah,keep on talkin' lot mad shit,
Jackshit mumblin' about rad shit,
Flexin', sexin', all that bull shit,
Rections gettin' lot some mad hits.
و لو نسيتوا أوريكم،
ربع الكلام مكفيكوا.
كان شعر أصله و نسيتوه،
وأنا الغلام اللي لقيته.
أصل جينا أصلاً من بيته،
أكتب ميت بيت أبني بيته.
Arent you tired? Yeah, me too.
Bas el assignment is lessa due.
و الله لأحلِفت أوريهم،
لعبتهم تلعب إزاي.
و لو سرحت أنسّيهم،
يباصوا و يخطفوا إزاي.
أنا جاي هنا أخطف الناي،
عشان في دماغي أسويه.
عزفت ليه هأغنيه،
تبلته و راح اسويه.
سمعوا بيصرخ،
فأنا تقبلت التحدي.
عايزني أوصل صوته،
للجي و المعدي.
بقوله يا أسطى هدّي،
في داهية راح تودّي.
بس هي طاقة،
فاكر إنه هيبقى زي غاندي.
يلا بينا،
نطلع حالأ على السفينة.
نسيب الشاطئ الأمينة،
و القدر راح هيلاقينا.
الهدف ثمين،
و الدهب تخين.
الطريق معوّج،
و متعاص كمين.
الحشيش يهوّن،
نسّيك إنت مين.
Now you know my name,
Familiar with my game.
Targets locked on me,
Watchin' my every gain,
Watchin' my every step,
رايح فين و جاي منين،
Puttin' me through the test,
To confirm that I'm insane.
Yeah, they keep talkin' lot mad shit,
Jackshit mumblin' about rad shit,
Flexin', sexin', all that bull shit,
Rections gettin' lot some made hits.
Yeah, yeah.
Written by: Mazen Shaaban, abdulwahab abdulrahman
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