[mr. pookie]
Pullin up at tha club in a 67 lac
Wit tha champagne color, drop top, blowin on a sack
We were rollin like some macs, peepin all foes
I got to valet, my baby, cause she sittin on some all golds
Now lucci call those, ladies wit fitness
So we can handle our business, and let em know, jus how we kick it
Its time to let em know tha real crooks are on tha scene
Unkindly to these hoes unless tha finally got some cheese
Now bring on tha weed, lets float on cloud 30-30
I said a few lines, she grab my hand, I knew she heard me
I sat at tha bar afta rollin up tha cake
Then they mixed that grand moyea wit that damn kovasea
French connection and some hay, we were blowin fool
I cant keep drinkin like this, I gotta hop up in tha old school
Playin it so cool, and still smokin
Locin up wit this tight, bright stallion, I had spoken
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Baby, come and get some
Mr. pookie, mr. lucci wit tha big guns
Playaz havin bug fun, now tell me do you want some
Im at tha bar laced out on french connection
Bout it, bout it, baby!!!!!
[mr. lucci]
Now once again, this playa stepped in, wit tha first class dressin
Teachin lessons on impression, toward tha vip section
Me and pookie steady wreckin, headshots of french connections
Green depressions, got me in a zone of balla flexin
Crooked down dallas, texas, stackin gs while Im plexin
Stoneycrook niggaz, runnin everythang, dont even test them
Hopped up and Im chopped up on tha dance floor, showin mo luv
Yella bone eyes locked up, when Im propped up wit my soljaz
Its so much, green cover for tha primeco phone holder
See tha don mans and tha golds, bruh
Crooked pest games wit her shoulda
And I told her, meet me at tha bar bout 3
Go gather up some of yo freaks, while I find pookie
Jacuzzis and dubbies, wit new kis, wha its gon be
Green trees and don p, droppin tops through dallas deep
Coolin out wit my gs, niggaz that you cant tame
Hoes strikin down crooked ps, hurricane wit a kango
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[mr. pookie]
Chillin at tha bar, gettin tipsy off tha drank
French connection got me feelin like a nigga wanna faint
Now Im rollin up tha cake wit my eyes on tha crowd
Pookie and lucci, blowin like we floatin on a cloud
Feelin me now? see, Im tha chiffer of all chiffers
Figure it out, now take it slow and catch a breather
Ya trippin me out, now throw that booty like its lethal
Show tha butt, hold it up, bounce it for tha people
Yes, I see you in tha back of tha club, takin photos
Im finna blow hoe, look round, wassup wit tha dodo
I want some mo fo, I cant get wrapped up in my own world
Stallion wit long pearls, sexy now its on gurl
You wit yo friends and Im wit a couple 2
Jus hold onto tha number, well see you in a day or 2
Pissy, tipsy wit my crew steady jiggin for fun
Now tell tha people to come and get some
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