“I Like The Way You Cook It”

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Black Street

Lyrics re-imagined by Justin Johnson
Photography by Joe Laedtke

 

She’s got knives and fire

Beef short ribs, by the pound

Baby never cook wild, very low key on the deep fryer

Catching transfat is a “no.”

Let me tell you how it goes

Turns the bird, spins the curd

Nothin she burns, so eat what you’re served

Rollin with the fatness

You don’t even know what lemongrass is

You got to pay to play

To make this sexy chef wanna cook your way

I like the way you cook it

Grip tight all day, everyday

She’s blowin my mind, maybe in time

Baby, I can serve you some cheese and wine

I like the way you cook it (no diggity)

I’d like to bag this up (bag it up)

I like the way you cook it (no diggity)

I’m going to bag this up (bag it up)

Hey yo hey yo hey yo hey yoooooo

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