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Текст песни Mr. Pookie - Whatchallwannado

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[mr. pookie]Jus anotha day, chiffin hay, in north dallasC-pone jus called me up, now Im about to hit tha showerTook me bout an hour, and now Im creased down in my poloIm makin these niggaz hate today, by wearin a crooked logoWatch out for tha blow hoe, and leavin you bitches in tha mistAnd if you niggaz dont trip on me, then I wont bust yo shitPlus my click be tha ruffest, not sayin we tha toughestBut stoneycrook niggaz, been known to come out wit tha ruckusFuck you who say fuck us, and all yall niggaz who be hatinCappin, cause you cant fade me, runnin up on me dailyBut baby, its mo complicated, than you can seeWords lose all meanin, when niggaz see niggaz gleaminSo dont you even think that you can get outta thisSo bitch, to get me to this point, you must really got me pissedIm twist and dismember, choppin down nigga timberKodac moment remember, this crooked nigga a ripplaChorus [x2]Whatchallwannado? if you trip, then we bomb firstPull out tha guns first, chiff until I lungs hurtI know bombin, but tha rippla finna bomb worseLook at us come first, best believe be bomb worse[mr. lucci]Welcome to tha wild, wild west, tha southside, its me, a killaFuck billy tha kid nigga, its lucci tha wig splittaLike tyson a hard hitta, toe tag dealaA brain spilla, body chilla, mind thrilla, fuck it, killaOn tha grind for my scrilla, rhymin hard, workin strongChiffin smoke up in my long, still my whole bag gonI live long, for doin wrong, cause wit my crooks, man its onLeave a nigga dome blown, or up shit creek, all aloneFor bumpin his grill, he must thought he was go cheat one, 4 realNow he killed, 6 feet he feel, surrounded by mob skillzCrooked is as crooked does, like crooked thugsAnd crooked hugs and crooked slugs and crooked luvIt aint neva enuff, until I whip it out my holstaCocked back ready to roast ya, on every wanted posterStayin high like a vulture, inflictin pain from smokeThose crooked soljaz smokin, let tha coroner dispose yaChorus [x2][c-pone]I been quick to cause a tragedy, fuckin wit my facultyBullets sprayed rapidly, now they died from my fatalityFuck those who try to battle me, this rap shit is a masteryBomb viciously, leavin tha whole scene full of catastrophesHollow my calvary, when I feel danger in tha mistNow Im pissed, wit a clutched fistAround they ashton and my 45thNo mo lift, in these shady niggaz in fleetsWe be deadlier than a weed blunt dipped in phaldahyde and morphineSparklin clean up through tha industryLyrics at yo weak feet, they notice meDue to my unique style of texas poetryBlowin these, wack mcs, who refuse to give our propsPlatinum hitz from tha stoneycrook click, til we all sittin on topWhen tha rippla drop, best believe we comin wit bombsTurnin yo average house party, into a modern day vietnamRun up if you want some, we clash like titansAint no collaboration deadlier than stoneycrook and I comeChorus [x2]

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