Slow Cookin'
Willie Jones Lyrics


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Hey, good lookinn (good lookin', babe)
what you got cookin'? (got cookin' up)
How's about cookin' somethin' up with me? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Baby, I've been on this plot too long
I gotta get home
I said I gotta get
Swag stay drippin', I'm on my grind
Black man gotta get paid (get paid)
Boss man talkin' 'bout overtime
Had to straight tell him no way (no way)
You know the boys are crackin' Buds in the parkin' lot
You know when Bubba gets buzzed like to talk a lot
But I can't hang with the gang after 5 o'clock
I gotta bust a move (move), gotta get with you (you), ooh

Hey shorty, whatcha got for me?
Eastbound and down, I'm flyin' on I-40
On my way for a taste of that apple pie, yeah (alright)
Sweet biscuits, handle your business
This man can stand the heat in your kitchen
Work all day and we be slow cookin' all night

Drop a needle down on some old Hank Williams (Willy)
I'ma turn off my phone (turn it off, baby)
Pull your hair back, girl, your face so pretty
We'll be honky-tonkin' all night long
When the sun's comin' up on the cul-de-sac
I'll be back to the hustle, makin' paper stack
But I'm countin' down the seconds like an hourglass
I gotta bust a move (move), gotta get with you (you), ooh

Hey shorty, whatcha got for me?
Eastbound and down, I'm flyin' on I-40
On my way for a taste of that apple pie, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Sweet biscuits, handle your business
This man can stand the heat in your kitchen
Work all day and we be slow cookin' all night

I'm talkin' 'bout a slow simmer
Little somethin' sweet after dinner
This the type of love that's better when you take your time
Hotter than some grease poppin'
Hope the neighbors don't come a-knockin'
'Cause Mr. Willie Jones is bringin' home an appetite

Hey shorty, whatcha got for me? (What you got?)
Eastbound and down, I'm flyin' on I-40 (Skrrt)
On my way for a taste of that apple pie, yeah
Sweet biscuits, handle your business
This man can stand the heat in your kitchen
Work all day and we be slow cookin' all night

Cookin' all
Cook, cook, cookin' all
Cookin' all
Cook, cook, cookin' all (whatcha got cookin', baby?)
Work all day and we be slow cookin' all night




(Whatcha cookin', baby?)
Cookin' (whatcha got cookin', baby?)

Overall Meaning

Willie Jones's "Slow Cookin'" is a mix of country music with elements of rap that describes the singer's desire to spend time with his love interest, cooking and enjoying each other's company. The song begins with Jones asking his lover what she's cooking up and proposing that they cook something together. He then acknowledges that he's been working for too long and needs to get home. Jones then describes his day, stating that he's on his grind and has been working hard. He acknowledges that his boss wanted him to work overtime, but he declined.


Jones then talks about his friends hanging out in the parking lot, but he cannot join them as he needs to get with his partner. He drives on I-40 to reach his partner and enjoy some apple pie with sweet biscuits. When he reaches his partner's home, he pulls her hair back and turns off his phone. They listen to old Hank Williams records and honky-tonk all night long, with Jones counting down the seconds until he can see his partner again.


The song emphasizes Jones's desire to have a slow-paced and relaxed night with a loved one, where the focus is not just on the food or the music but on each other. The song also highlights the importance of balancing work and personal life.


Line by Line Meaning

Hey, good lookinn (good lookin', babe)
The singer compliments the girl on her looks.


what you got cookin'? (got cookin' up)
He asks her what she is cooking.


How's about cookin' somethin' up with me? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
He accepts her answer and asks her to cook for him.


Baby, I've been on this plot too long
The singer has been busy working for a long time.


I gotta get home
He needs to go home.


I said I gotta get
He repeats that he needs to leave.


Swag stay drippin', I'm on my grind
The singer is focused on his work and his appearance reflects it.


Black man gotta get paid (get paid)
He needs to get paid for his hard work.


Boss man talkin' 'bout overtime
His boss is asking him to work extra hours.


Had to straight tell him no way (no way)
He refuses to work overtime.


You know the boys are crackin' Buds in the parkin' lot
His coworkers are drinking beer outside.


You know when Bubba gets buzzed like to talk a lot
One of his coworkers named Bubba drinks and talks a lot.


But I can't hang with the gang after 5 o'clock
He cannot hang out with his coworkers after work.


I gotta bust a move (move), gotta get with you (you), ooh
He needs to leave work and be with the girl he likes.


Drop a needle down on some old Hank Williams (Willy)
He wants to listen to some Hank Williams's music.


I'ma turn off my phone (turn it off, baby)
He will turn off his phone to spend time with the girl.


Pull your hair back, girl, your face so pretty
He admires the girl's beauty and asks her to tie her hair.


We'll be honky-tonkin' all night long
He plans to dance and have fun with the girl all night long.


When the sun's comin' up on the cul-de-sac
He will leave the girl's house at sunrise.


I'll be back to the hustle, makin' paper stack
He will go back to work to make money.


But I'm countin' down the seconds like an hourglass
He cannot wait to spend time with the girl again.


Cookin' all
The singer is cooking all night long.


Cook, cook, cookin' all
He repeats that he is cooking all night long.


Whatcha got cookin', baby?
He asks the girl what she is cooking again.


Work all day and we be slow cookin' all night
He works all day and then spends the night cooking with the girl.


I'm talkin' 'bout a slow simmer
He wants to cook something slowly and patiently.


Little somethin' sweet after dinner
He plans to make a dessert after dinner with the girl.


This the type of love that's better when you take your time
He believes that love is better when you take your time to enjoy it.


Hotter than some grease poppin'
He compares the intensity of their love to hot grease.


Hope the neighbors don't come a-knockin'
He hopes their neighbors don't bother them.


'Cause Mr. Willie Jones is bringin' home an appetite
He is hungry and ready to eat the food the girl has cooked for him.


What you got?
He asks the girl what she has for him again.




Lyrics Β© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Jason Afable, Phillip Fender, Willie Lee Jones, Zak Waters

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DIVINE!!!!

@lindateeter2439

Haven't heard one song of yours I don't like . Keep them coming Willie. Sending love from Arkansas

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