“Knife Talk,” the previous collaboration between the pair, contains a similarly menacing aura, which 21 interpolates during his half on the track.
The song also opens with a sample from 1999’s “Just Awaken Shaken” by Playa Fly. Fly is a rapper from Memphis, Tennessee, an area with a unique sound in hip-hop, a sound that both “Jimmy Cooks” and “Knife Talk” aim to utilize with their catchy and repetitive melodies. The aforementioned Certified Lover Boy collaboration, “Knife Talk,” additionally features Project Pat, whose role as a Memphis rapper on the track’s intro is reprised through the use of the Playa Fly sample on this track.
The song’s title refers to Drake’s character in the Canadian series Degrassi: The Next Generation, Jimmy Brooks. Drake portrayed the basketball star from 2001 until his departure from the show in 2009. “Jimmy Cooks” could be Drake incorporating a line from the song’s first verse:
"Plus I’m cookin' up ambition on a kitchen stove"
In short, “Jimmy Cooks” is Drake’s way of acknowledging his past as an actor while focusing on his future and ambition for rapping.
Jimmy Cooks
Drake Lyrics
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Just awaken shaken once again, ho, you know it's on
Just awaken shaken once again, so you know it's on
Just awaken shaken once again, ho, you know it's on
Yeah, life
Life is the only thing we need
They need me to go, but I don't wanna leave
Fuck a pigeonhole, I'm a night owl, this a different mode
I might have to make her paint a six on her pinky toe
Heard you with a shooting guard, just let a nigga know
I would have you courtside, not the middle row
All good, love, in a minute, though
I can't stress about no bitch 'cause I'm a timid soul
Plus I'm cookin' up ambition on a kitchen stove
Pot start to bubble, see the suds, that shit good to go
Hoes say I'm suave, but I can't get RICO'd
Bro think he John Wayne, I bought him yellow stones
Love the way they hang, babe, fuck the silicone
Everybody fake now, you could crack the code
Bust down everything, set in rose gold
Dread talkin' to you niggas like I'm J. Cole
I can tell her head good before I even know
Bitch, don't tell me that you model if you ain't been in Vogue
Gotta throw a party for my day ones
They ain't in the studio, but they'll lay somethin'
Rest in peace to Drama King, we was straight stuntin'
You don't like the way I talk? Nigga, say somethin'
Gotta throw a party for my day ones
Pull up and you know it's us, the bass jumpin'
You don't like the way I talk? Then say somethin'
Get out my face, nigga
Gotta throw a party for my day ones
They ain't in the studio, but they'll lay somethin'
Rest in peace to Drama King, we was straight stuntin'
If I let my nigga 21 tell it, you a pussy
Spin a block twice like it ain't nowhere to park (21)
Smack the backside of his head like he Bart (pussy)
OVO 4L, we come out when it get dark (21, 21)
Big stepper, he came in a Rolls, but he left in a stretcher (21)
Let my brother drive while I shoot, team effort (21)
Askin' all these questions, bitch, you must think you Nadeska
The chopper like to feel on all the opps, it's a molester (21)
I be with my gun like Rozay be with lemon pepper
She wanna hear some Afrobeats 'cause she just popped a Tesla
All that workin' out, that nigga must think he a wrestler
But this ain't UFC, this chopper came with a compressor (21)
This chopper came with a compressor (pussy)
This chopper came with a- (pussy)
This Glock .45 came with a switch (21)
If I was Will Smith, I would've slapped him with a stick
Put your hands in the air, it's a stick-up (21)
Spin the same hood where I get my dick sucked (facts)
If you standin' on business, put your blick up (21, 21)
Come around actin' scary, get your shit took (21)
Fell in love with feelin' dizzy, so I spizzin (21)
I got mad love for the boy, yeah, that's my twizzin (21)
If them niggas keep on dissin', slide agaizzin (21)
We the reason why the opps ain't got no frizziends (21)
Last nigga played with me got turned duppy
I ain't even roll him in the 'Wood 'cause he musty
You ask how she doin', I just tell her come and fuck me
Shot his ass twenty times, damn, this nigga lucky (damn, that nigga lucky)
Gotta throw a party for my day ones
They ain't in the studio, but they'll lay somethin'
Rest in peace to Drama King, we was straight stuntin'
You don't like the way I talk? Nigga, say somethin'
Say somethin', say somethin', say somethin', say somethin', say somethin'
You don't like the way I talk, nigga
Say somethin', say somethin', say somethin', say somethin', say somethin'
The lyrics of Drake's song Jimmy Cooks describe the unpredictable nature of life and the artist's relentless pursuit of success. The title is a reference to Jimmy Johnson, who was a successful football coach known for his innovative strategies. The song begins with Drake rapping about being shaken awake, metaphorically representing the constant changes and challenges he faces in his life. As the song progresses, Drake emphasizes the importance of his personal relationships, particularly those with his friends from his past, which he celebrates by throwing a party for them. Drake also touches on themes of violence and revenge, suggesting that he won't hesitate to defend himself or his loved ones.
Throughout the song, Drake showcases his rap skills through a variety of flow patterns and wordplay. He incorporates clever metaphors, such as painting a six on a girl's pinky toe, and references to popular culture, like J. Cole and Nadeska from Complex. The song's lyrics also contain explicit language and references to guns and violence, which are subject to different interpretations.
Overall, Jimmy Cooks reflects Drake's confidence and resilience as an artist, as well as his ability to navigate the challenges he faces while staying true to himself and his values.
Line by Line Meaning
Just awaken shaken once again, so you know it's on
I am alert and ready to face whatever comes my way
Life is the only thing we need
I believe that the most important thing in life is to simply be alive
They need me to go, but I don't wanna leave
Others may want me to leave, but I am not ready to go yet
Rest in peace to Lil Keed
I pay my respects to Lil Keed, who has passed away
Fuck a pigeonhole, I'm a night owl, this a different mode
I refuse to be put into a box, I am a night person, and I am in a unique mindset
I might have to make her paint a six on her pinky toe
I may ask her to get a tattoo of the number six on her pinky toe
Heard you with a shooting guard, just let a nigga know
I have heard rumors about you being with a basketball player, just confirm it for me
I would have you courtside, not the middle row
If we were together, I would make sure we have good seats at a basketball game
All good, love, in a minute, though
Everything is fine between us, but I need some time
I can't stress about no bitch 'cause I'm a timid soul
I am not the type to worry about a woman because I am not very assertive
Plus I'm cookin' up ambition on a kitchen stove
I am working hard to achieve my goals
Pot start to bubble, see the suds, that shit good to go
When I see the bubbles in the pot, I know the food is ready to eat
Hoes say I'm suave, but I can't get RICO'd
Women think I am smooth, but I am trying to avoid getting charged with RICO (Racketeer Influenced and Corrupt Organizations Act)
Bro think he John Wayne, I bought him yellow stones
My friend thinks he is a cowboy like John Wayne, so I bought him yellow diamonds (a symbol of wealth)
Love the way they hang, babe, fuck the silicone
I prefer natural breasts and the way they look and feel, I don't care for fake silicone implants
Everybody fake now, you could crack the code
People are not genuine anymore, it's easy to see through their facade
Bust down everything, set in rose gold
I want everything to be decorated in rose gold, a popular, luxurious color
Dread talkin' to you niggas like I'm J. Cole
I have important things to say to you guys, and it's similar to how J. Cole delivers his messages
I can tell her head good before I even know
I can tell if a woman is good at giving head before we even engage in the act
Bitch, don't tell me that you model if you ain't been in Vogue
Don't claim to be a model if you haven't been featured in Vogue magazine
They ain't in the studio, but they'll lay somethin'
My day ones, my friends from the beginning, may not be musicians but they will contribute in some way
If I let my nigga 21 tell it, you a pussy
If I allow 21 Savage to talk about you, he'll call you a coward
Put your hands in the air, it's a stick-up
Raise your hands because we are robbing you at gunpoint
Fell in love with feelin' dizzy, so I spizzin
I have grown to enjoy the feeling of being lightheaded, so I indulge in it
But this ain't UFC, this chopper came with a compressor
This is not a regulated UFC fight, so my gun has a compressor to control the recoil
Shot his ass twenty times, damn, this nigga lucky
I shot him twenty times but surprisingly he survived
You don't like the way I talk? Nigga, say somethin'
If you don't like how I communicate, then speak up and let me know
Lyrics © FETCH PUBLISHING, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Albert Goodman, Anderson Hernandez, Aubrey Drake Graham, Brytavious LaKeith Chambers, Douglas Ford, Harry Ray, Kevin Gomringer, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Tim Gomringer, Walter Morris
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Lyrics
Just awaken shaken once again, so you know it's on
(Just awaken shaken once again, ho, you know it's on)
Just awaken shaken once again, so you know it's on
(Just awaken shaken once again, ho, you know it's on)
Yeah, life
Life is only thing we need
They need me to go, but I don't wanna leave
Rest in peace to Lil Keed
Fuck a pigeonhole, I'm a night owl, this a different mode
I might have to make her paint a 6 on her pinky toe
Heard you with a shooting guard, just let a nigga know
I would have you courtside, not the middle row
All good, love, in a minute, though
I can't stress about no bitch 'cause I'm a timid soul
Plus I'm cookin' up ambition on a kitchen stove
Pot start to bubble, see the suds, that shit good to go
Hoes say I'm suave, but I can't get RICO'd
Bro think he John Wayne, I bought him yellow stones
Love the way they hang, babe, fuck the silicone
Everybody fake now, you could crack the code
Bust down everything, set in rose gold
Dread talkin' to you niggas like I'm J. Cole
I can tell her head good before I even know
Bitch, don't tell me that you model if you ain't been in Vogue
Gotta throw a party for my day ones
They ain't in the studio, but they'll lay somethin'
Rest in peace to Drama King, we was straight stuntin'
You don't like the way I talk? Nigga say somethin'
Gotta throw a party for my day ones
Pull up, and you know it's us, the bass jumpin'
You don't like the way I talk? Then say somethin'
Get out my face, nigga
Gotta throw a party for my day ones
They ain't in the studio, but they'll lay somethin'
Rest in peace to Drama King, we was straight stuntin'
If I let my nigga 21 tell it, you a pussy
Spin a block twice like it ain't nowhere to park (21)
Smack the backside of his head like he Bart (pussy)
OVO 4L, we come out when it get dark (21, 21)
Big stepper, he came in a Rolls, but he left in a stretcher (21)
Let my brother drive while I shoot, team effort (21)
Askin' all these questions, bitch, you must think you Nadeska
The chopper like to feel on all the opps, it's a molester (21)
I be with my gun like Rozay be with lemon pepper
She wanna hear some Afrobeats 'cause she just popped a Tesla
All that workin' out, that nigga must think he a wrestler
But this ain't UFC, this chopper came with a compressor (21)
This chopper came with a compressor (pussy)
His chopper came with a- (pussy)
This Glock .45 came with a switch (21)
If I was Will Smith, I would've slapped him with a stick
Put your hands in the air, it's a stick-up (21)
Spin the same hood where I get my dick sucked (facts)
If you standin' on business, put your blick up (21, 21)
Come around actin' scary, get your shit took (21)
Fell in love with feelin' dizzy, so I spizzin (21)
I got mad love for the boy, yeah, that's my twizzin (21)
If them niggas keep on dissin', slide agaizzin (21)
We the reason why the ops ain't got no frizziends (21)
Last nigga played with me got turned duppy
I ain't even roll him in the wood 'cause he musty
You ask how she doin', I just tell her come and fuck me
Shot his ass twenty times, damn, this nigga lucky (damn, that nigga lucky)
Gotta throw a party for my day ones
They ain't in the studio, but they'll lay somethin'
Rest in peace to Drama King, we was straight stuntin'
You don't like the way I talk, nigga, say somethin'
Say somethin', say somethin', say somethin', say somethin', say somethin'
You don't like the way I talk, nigga, say somethin', say somethin'
Say somethin', say somethin', say somethin'
Source: Musixmatch
@veesofficial9478
Sneakin’, Mr. Right Now, Knife Talk, and now Jimmy Cook’s!!! Drake & 21 Savage need a collab album they don’t miss together ! 🏆🏆
@lungelobaba9942
Naaa j Cole
@riannal.3794
Yessss🔥🔥🔥🔥🤭✨✨✨
@patrickmadisia549
"Issa" could've been a great tune too if it was released
@vaesanessa8618
https://youtu.be/2fundHjO0fs 💯
@TanRicky321
They should’ve kept the first beat for the entire song. They both could’ve flowed on it 🔥
@manlikeisaac
Drakes album is like a
bad massage. Leaves you
dissatisfied but at least
you a get happy ending
@UnreleasedTrackhawk
Feel like he aint even tryna make music no more
@briginshaw1
Shush
@Mohammad927
Ash kaash simp in the drake comments? Shocking