Krediler
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil' D
Performer
Guero
Performer
Smoke Dogg
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carlos Coy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nathan Perez
Producer
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Homemaker, cookie baker
I need a woman that can shake and bake a
Quarter ki down to a oz
Down to a twanky to a motherfucking stonge
Homemaker, cookie baker
I need a woman that can shake and bake a
LB down to a QP
Down to a oz down to a swisha sweet
To all my ladies in the world, all my fishes in the sea
To all my **** that got them girls that are stuck on currency
I do not know what it feels like to let them take all your paper
Cause if I ever did, I'd be a captain saver
Let me show you how I take her, one hit and no escape her
Left the girl stunned, didn't even show her paper
She's a homemaker, bake a cookie baker
Making crunk blood while we watching Ricki Lake
Not the heartbreaker but a body stimulator
One that'll ease your mind, each time we smoke on a pine
We toke, we let it go, lose control, smoke this blunt while we kick it
And if you are stuck up hoe then bitch you better get with it
Several times, several lies, but you make my money rise
All my foes you despise and you got me hypnotized
But I'm not for the woop though, I'm stuck on currency
That woman's cursing me, I like them certain things
I want a
Homemaker, cookie baker
I need a woman that can shake and bake a
Quarter ki down to a oz
Down to a twanky to a motherfucking stonge
Homemaker, cookie baker
I need a woman that can shake and bake a
LB down to a QP
Down to a oz down to a swisha sweet
When I saw you in the club, girl looking so fine
I knew I had to get closer, to bump and grind
Then I whispered in your ear, are you busy right now?
You said no, slipped me your ki and said come on down
So I can see you shake that ass, girl make it bounce
As I stack all my cash, we can blow on an ounce
So let's keep it a secret, keep it under the cover
Don't tell a single soul, not even your mother
See all these chulas in my city coming through real
G-string panties and shiny white grills
Mini skirts, see through shirts, they look so cold it hurts
End up in Pearl, Thunderbird, as they run up in herds
As I swang and I swerve, I check hoes at the curb
Getting head, sipping syrup, pussy fat, blowing herb
Girl, do what you do and let me get you soaked
As you ride, caress, suck, and stroke
Homemaker, cookie baker
I need a woman that can shake and bake a
Quarter ki down to a oz
Down to a twanky to a motherfucking stonge
Homemaker, cookie baker
I need a woman that can shake and bake a
LB down to a QP
Down to a oz down to a swisha sweet
She better be down to ride and die, get high and lie for me
Sell dope like lottery, from pottery to powdery
Do you see what I see on the count of one, two, three?
She jump on the counter too and beat me to the G
I got a thug that holla what with bud in the club
Shaking butt when I'm on stage, showing me love
She seem to be the one that mama warned me about
You know how them hynas do it down south
Gangbanger, set tripper, parakeet flipper
Wood grain gripper, pre-methazine sipper
Clipper, bitch running lipper
And if she go to battle, she sinking your shipper
Don't trip cuz, cause she flips dub
Baby give me nosy, catch a quick buzz, quick buzz
Don't trip cuz, cause she flips dub
Baby give me nosy, catch a quick buzz, quick buzz
Homemaker, cookie baker
I need a woman that can shake and bake a
Quarter ki down to a oz
Down to a twanky to a motherfucking stonge
Homemaker, cookie baker
I need a woman that can shake and bake a
LB down to a QP
Down to a oz down to a swisha sweet
Written by: Carlos Coy