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Mr. Pookie f Mr. Lucci

French Connection

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Текст песни Mr. Pookie f Mr. Lucci - French Connection

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[Mr. Pookie]Pullin` up at tha club in a 67 `lacWit tha champagne color, drop top, blowin on a sackWe were rollin like some macs, peepin all foesI got to Valet, my baby, cause she sittin on some all goldsNow Lucci call those, ladies wit fitnessSo we can handle our business, and let em know, jus how we kick itIt`s time to let em know tha real crooks are on tha sceneUnkindly to these hoes unless tha finally got some cheeseNow bring on tha weed, let`s float on cloud 30-30I said a few lines, she grab my hand, I knew she heard meI sat at tha bar afta rollin` up tha cakeThen they mixed that Grand Moyea wit that damn KovaseaFrench Connection and some hay, we were blowin foolI cant keep drinkin like this, I gotta hop up in tha old schoolPlayin it so cool, and still smokinLocin up wit this tight, bright stallion, I had spokenChorus [x2]Baby, come and get someMr. Pookie, Mr. Lucci wit tha big gunsPlayaz havin bug fun, now tell me do you want someI`m at tha bar laced out on French ConnectionBout it, Bout it, baby!!!!![Mr. Lucci]Now once again, this playa stepped in, wit tha first class dressinTeachin lessons on impression, toward tha VIP sectionMe and Pookie steady wreckin, headshots of French ConnectionsGreen depressions, got me in a zone of balla flexinCrooked down Dallas, Texas, stackin G`s while I`m plexinStoneycrook niggaz, runnin everythang, dont even test themHopped up and I`m chopped up on tha dance floor, showin mo luvYella bone eyes locked up, when I`m propped up wit my soljazIt`s so much, green cover for tha PrimeCo phone holderSee tha Don man`s and tha golds, bruhCrooked pest games wit her shouldaAnd I told her, meet me at tha bar bout 3Go gather up some of yo freaks, while I find PookieJacuzzi`s and Dubbie`s, wit new Ki`s, wha it`s gon beGreen trees and Don P, droppin tops through Dallas deepCoolin out wit my G`s, niggaz that you can`t tameHoes strikin down crooked P`s, hurricane wit a KangoChorus [x2][Mr. Pookie]Chillin at tha bar, gettin tipsy off tha drankFrench Connection got me feelin like a nigga wanna faintNow I`m rollin up tha cake wit my eyes on tha crowdPookie and Lucci, blowin like we floatin on a cloudFeelin` me now? See, I`m tha chiffer of all chiffersFigure it out, now take it slow and catch a breatherYa trippin` me out, now throw that booty like its lethalShow tha butt, hold it up, bounce it for tha peopleYes, I see you in tha back of tha club, takin photosI`m finna blow hoe, look round, wassup wit tha dodoI want some mo `fo, I cant get wrapped up in my own worldStallion wit long pearls, sexy now its on gurlYou wit yo friends and I`m wit a couple 2Jus hold onto tha number, we`ll see you in a day or 2Pissy, tipsy wit my crew steady jiggin for funNow tell tha people to come and get someChorus [x2]

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