wasn't till I sailed halfway 'round the world You know, you know I miss good lookin' women in my home town You know I miss warm cookin' mama, that you
to mission Block to block, ave. to ave., from kitchen to kitchen We just cookin' up baby, we just cookin' up We just cookin' up homie, we just cookin
nothin' if you can't cook I need home, home cookin', yeah I need home, home cookin', yeah Hot, I sweat all day I rush back home to see what you cookin
, Count von Count's continuous country cookin' downhome diner If you like home cookin' try it Transylvanian style At Count von Count's continuous country cookin
get silly Sho' do make a beer taste fine Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin' something Oh my, momma stop yo' belly and backbone bumpin' Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin
[Verse 1: Doap Nixon] I'm in the kitchen cooking up bananas Cameras on the roofs with the police scanners By any means I'm a get these papers Ride with
make a beer taste fine Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin' something Oh my, momma it'll stop yo' belly and backbone bumpin' Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin
good And there's a road, and it's very long And you gotta be sweet baby And you gotta be strong And I'll be there, to dry your tears And I'll be cooking
fact there's no cook quite as good lookin' Didn't know how much I loved you till I tasted your cookin' Didn't know how much I loved you till I tasted your cookin
I?m a-cookin' Just a-cookin' Cookin' in the kitchen of love Cookin' in the kitchen of life, Lord Lord Ain't nothin' to it, come on and do it, cookin'
I'm a-cookin', Just a-cookin', Cookin' in the kitchen of love, Cookin' in the kitchen of love, Lord, lord, ain't nothin' to it, I wanna do it, - cookin
to mission block to block half to half from kitchen to kitchen, we just cookin baby we just cookin up we just cookin up homie, we just cookin up. You
' do make a beer taste fine Chorus Oh my, momma ain't that Texas Cookin' something Oh my, momma it'll stop yo' belly and backbone bumpin' Oh my, momma ain't that Texas Cookin
silly Sho' do make a beer taste fine [Chorus:] Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin' something Oh my, momma stop yo' belly and backbone bumpin' Oh my, momma ain't that Texas cookin
's good And there's a road, and its very long And you gotta be sweet baby And you gotta be strong And I'll be there, to dry your tears And I'll be cooking
let the heat out of the oven Lord it takes a while to build a fire Don't let 'em cool you down, don't let 'em cool you down Cause it's some hot cookin
fact there's no cook quite as good lookin'. Didn't know how much I loved you till I tasted your cookin' Didn't know how much I loved you till I tasted your cookin
