| Ima be the chef cooking up all the flavors |
| All the flavors |
| Ima be the chef doing you all the favors |
| All the favors |
| Dice them yams up with my spatula |
| I’m the soulful Bobby Flay |
| Don’t you fill up on no snacks my love |
| Light a fire, pour the wine, we got the china plate |
| Set the table: pillows on the left, clothes on the right |
| Spices in the food, spicing up the mood |
| Making what I know will satiate your appetite |
| Kitchen in the room, thinking it’s the move |
| Ima be the chef, Ima be the chef cooking up all the flavors |
| All the flavors |
| Ima be the chef, Ima be the chef doing you all the favors |
| All the favors |
| Pull the recipe up now, now |
| I get to rummaging though my 'frigerator just to get ingredients, yes |
| Know you like how I’m getting you so tender with my rub |
| Let you marinate 'till you can’t wait no more |
| I just wanna cook for you girl |
| I just wanna talk to you girl |
| I just wanna know your brain |
| Put another hor dourve on your plate |
| Look at how the joy looks on your face |
| Terra-cotta clay pit, tell me do you got a craving |
| I could whip it up quick |
| Bet you never tasted no cuisine quite like this |
| Ima be the chef, Ima be the chef cooking up all the flavors |
| All the flavors |
| Ima be the chef, Ima be the chef doing you all the favors |
| All the favors |
| Ima be the chef, Ima be the chef cooking up all the flavors |
| All the flavors |
| Ima be the chef, Ima be the chef doing you all the favors |
| All the favors |