Текст песни Mr. Pookie - Crook Playa, слова песни Mr. Pookie

Текст песни Mr. Pookie - Crook Playa

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[mr. lucci]Introducin mr. lucci, tha wig split locoUnfuckwitable crook have yo whole gang in a choke holdI run wit 4 niggaz thats so cold and Im known for gettin dirtyI smack niggaz for 30-30s, dispersin slugs in a hurryCant let no nigga disturb me or interrupt me when Im on my missionWatchin these niggaz scurry from choppers wit clip extentionsAll hataz be flinchin when I appear in they dimensionStrivin on bad intentions puttin niggaz life up on suspensionJus aint a normal nigga, I be that diabolical figureStraight weeded left all dead, they braided up lookin slickerCrooked scissorhands and tha rippla got my back down 4 whatevaIm a 16, smokin clever, 155 a devilAka tha crooked rebel wit a neck full of gold and ice pebblesAll my stoneycrook brothaz stay flossed out to tha top levelMr. lucci neva settle wit punk boyz on hate shitWhoopin niggaz azz, quick and fast like an agent on matrixChorusWho dat blowin big killa in tha back of tha clubWho dat choosin real women while deletin tha scrubsWho dat rollin up tha cake, whos a crook in tha placeWho dem ipsy tipsy playaz from tha lone star stateWe tha cats you dunno takin ova thangzWe tha cats who don pulled akickdoe on tha gameWe tha ones wit tha guns, we tha crew wit tha juiceWe dem crook typed playaz boy dont let us get loose[mr. pookie]Open yo eyes wide playa, take notice of meAint no quittin while Im rippin, no intentions to fleeGot my calvary posted now tell me, wha yall wanna do? Got no time for ya boastin ya think ya bad wit yo crewNow whos tha victim left to breath on tha micHe cant handle me really so now he agged and wanna fightIm tha hype of tha party, tha ammo and a clipTake a breather 4 I leave ya face down where you sitAnd tha competition, oh they get flattin by bowsCause we aint bowin down, busta think he bad cause he olderIma show ya, time to pick tha place up in tha check and shitAnd if you aint no dallas sho nuff to be reckoned witPick a betta click wit a mass of foes ( and wha? )Let tha record show how we surpass em thoughNow wha you maskin 4? Who it is? its tha rippla turnin heads when I enterTha pookie wit tha mistaChorus[mr. pookie]Now we got em lookin got em all up in our grillWe cant stop we 2 crooked, so its like pass me tha killOn tha real, Im chillin, so they betta make wayGot lucci spittin some venom, y these bustaz wanna hate? So say wha u say and we gon do wha we doContinue to drop platinum azz hitz by tha crewIm used to bein smokin on a regular basisRefuse to be, sellin dope and catchin these casesI choose to be, tight up on my game like a proSmashin on these hoes, and makin tha big doeBehold, mr. pookie slash rippla jonesI been livin like a crook since tha day I was bornOn my own homie, I spit tha game how I feelIts time to let em all know its about to get realTha deal is playa, keep yo hands off, watch that damn talkAnd proceed to leave so please walkChorus

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