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Mr. Pookie lyrics Whatchallwannado lyrics [Mr. Pookie] Jus anotha day, chiffin hay, in North Dallas C-Pone jus called me up, now I'm about to hit tha shower Took me bout an hour, and now I'm creased down in my Polo I'm makin these niggaz hate today, by wearin a crooked logo Watch out for tha blow hoe, and leavin you bitches in tha mist And if you niggaz dont trip on me, then I wont bust yo shit Plus my click be tha ruffest, not sayin we tha toughest But Stoneycrook niggaz, been known to come out wit tha ruckus Fuck you who say fuck us, and all ya'll niggaz who be hatin' Cappin, cause you can't fade me, runnin up on me daily But baby, its mo' complicated, than you can see Words lose all meanin', when niggaz see niggaz gleamin' So dont you even think that you can get outta this So bitch, to get me to this point, you must really got me pissed I'm twist and dismember, choppin down nigga timber Kodac moment remember, this crooked nigga a Rippla Chorus [x2] Whatchallwannado? If you trip, then we bomb first Pull out tha guns first, chiff until I lungs hurt I know bombin', but Tha Rippla finna bomb worse Look at us come first, best believe be bomb worse [Mr. Lucci] Welcome to tha wild, wild west, tha southside, its me, a killa Fuck Billy tha Kid nigga, it's Lucci tha Wig Splitta Like Tyson a hard hitta, toe tag deala A brain spilla, body chilla, mind thrilla, fuck it, killa On tha grind for my scrilla, rhymin' hard, workin strong Chiffin smoke up in my long, still my whole bag gon I live long, for doin wrong, cause wit my crooks, man its on Leave a nigga dome blown, or up shit creek, all alone For bumpin his grill, he must thought he was go cheat one, 4 real Now he killed, 6 feet he feel, surrounded by mob skillz Crooked is as crooked does, like crooked thugs And crooked hugs and crooked slugs and crooked luv It aint neva enuff, until I whip it out my holsta Cocked back ready to roast ya, on every wanted poster Stayin' high like a vulture, inflictin' pain from smoke Those crooked soljaz smokin, let tha coroner dispose ya Chorus [x2] [C-Pone] I been quick to cause a tragedy, fuckin wit my faculty Bullets sprayed rapidly, now they died from my fatality Fuck those who try to battle me, this rap shit is a mastery Bomb viciously, leavin tha whole scene full of catastrophes Hollow my calvary, when I feel danger in tha mist Now I'm pissed, wit a clutched fist Around they Ashton and my 45th No mo lift, in these shady niggaz in fleets We be deadlier than a weed blunt dipped in Phaldahyde and Morphine Sparklin' clean up through tha industry Lyrics at yo weak feet, they notice me Due to my unique style of Texas poetry Blowin these, wack MC's, who refuse to give our props Platinum hitz from tha Stoneycrook click, til we all sittin on top When Tha Rippla drop, best believe we comin wit bombs Turnin' yo average house party, into a modern day Vietnam Run up if you want some, we clash like Titans Aint no collaboration deadlier than Stoneycrook and I come Chorus [x2] Other Mr. Pookie lyrics: Introduction lyrics Crook Playa lyrics Southern Made Playa lyrics Comin Hard lyrics Annie Maes lyrics Smoke One lyrics Visions of a Silent One lyrics Big Ballah lyrics Destiny lyrics Find Yourself.. by Yourself lyrics French Connection lyrics Crook 4 Life lyrics So High Serenade lyrics Tha Rippla lyrics Down Like That lyrics Who I Be lyrics |