Ever had those nights where the G&Ts hit different and suddenly you’re giving it large on the dancefloor? JAY-L’s “Cooked” bottles that exact vibe.
Between spelling out “F-R-E-E-Z-E” over garage beats and swapping WKD for Long Islands, this track plays like a highlight reel of British nightlife.
The production throws it back to early 2000s UK garage while JAY-L spits about everything from pre-drinks to “feeling myself in different attire” with a wink and a nod.
It’s the details that make it work – “put the strongbow in cider” isn’t just wordplay, it’s the kind of line that’ll have you nudging your mate going “remember when?”
The whole thing bounces along with that classic garage swing, making you nostalgic for So Solid Crew while staying firmly planted in 2024.
Simply put, while everyone else is trying to create the next big club anthem, JAY-L’s just captured what actually happens in them. And somehow, that’s made an even better tune.
JAY-L Cooked Lyrics
Intro
Alright JAY-L
Verse 1
I walk the same pavement day to day
walk in the alley blaze on cali nah I don’t pick no dog or haze (I don’t)
just stepped to the turtle bay need a cocktail just pour me wrays
pre-drink when I pree that tray fuck I’m gonna be waved all day (waved)
look like a zombie sippin on zombies guess you could say I was walking dead
I really just need my bed I need to bake off and save my bread (I do)
back then had to make ends meets out and about just meeting in ends
true that I come from reading but all of my bars are maidenhead (alright)
i don’t wanna play mind games but I just need intelligence (brain)
can’t help when I flirt with feminine I need a bad one nice sweet genuine
pum pum good but the home is safe she wanna make me resident
if I got a drink in hand I’m on the table in my element (alright)
Hook
we got ice in cups cold like Palmer F-R double
E-Z-E
pina colada don’t sip lager I don’t do WKD
I need a Long Island make it three now I can’t hold my pee
can’t stop spending shots never-ending C-O-O-K-E-D
Verse 2
I just came in shades, jeans and tee
I put the g in g and t
two for one got the third one free
I’m G-A double S-E-D (gassed)
I got no crush but bud in my grinder
she wanna link might wine and dine her
just gave her the darkest fruit and put the strongbow in cider (alright)
she calls me cheeky when I got both hands on her cheeks
I don’t mind sex on the beach cos I ain’t too fussed by fur on peach (nah)
been feeling myself in different attire
still make hooks but never been wilder
Red Bull got me moving hyper looks like another all nighter
I’m old fashioned still look dapper
call me an artist more than rapper
I like vodka mixed with Fanta
need a vacation might go Napa
still bring vibes at the end of the day
don’t take wine but I’ll grab that waist
might show face but they call me bait
just tell me the time and place
Final Hook
we got ice in cups cold like Palmer F-R double
E-Z-E
pina colada don’t sip lager I don’t do WKD
I need a Long Island make it three now I can’t hold my pee
can’t stop spending shots never-ending C-O-O-K-E-D