[Mr. Pookie]
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Well its like this, I'ma keep it faint, I mean swift
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Got AK 's cocked and aimin and sprayin, 4 you ready to trip
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Keep it on yo hip if you aint steady boy we ready to spray
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Nigga down to box but we know you punk niggaz wasnt raised up that way
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Especially not today, niggaz be talkin shit and poppin they trunk
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Nigga jus dont know, I'ma be calm and bitch that's jus like I'm krunk
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So ya wanna dump, I specialize in aimin and pickin off figures
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Dont even recognize you as niggaz
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Betta get on back, 4 I attack like cobra's, poisonous venom
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Get em, they comin, nigga heard Stoneycrook was runnin
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I wasnt thea for tha confrontation nigga if I was Ida been str8 jumpin
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Now its comin for you, talkin shit,
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Watch out Stoneycrook be bombin bitch, now you all up on my dick
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Aint it bad enuff that I got yo bitch?
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So I switch to anotha level, smokin my weed
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We get it bad enuff wit police, dont need you fuckin wit me
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And got yo bitch comin ova wit tha pounds and sacks
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She gon give them hoes to me, she say she down like that
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Chorus[x2]
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We from tha South, we puts it down like that
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And dont you niggaz try to hate cause clowns on that
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Yes we from Dallas and our city full of clowns and macs
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Where even bitches get they riches nigga pounds and sacks
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Believe that!!!!!
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[K-Roc]
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Go get yo money, cause its comin, playa you dont wanna miss it
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It's Tha Rockla who gon rock it wit Tha Rippla who gon rip it
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Nigga trippin cause we pimpin and I'm drippin nuthin but ice
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Got yo sister and yo wife hollerin they aint nuthin nice
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Pay tha price cause you don lost em and we flossin wit precaution
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If these hataz run up on me, I'ma let off some exhaustion
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Aint no bossin on my block, see that's y I keep a glock
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And my gurl, she keep tellin me " Boy, K-Roc you need to stop"
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So, I'ma drop off so clean, get some weed and some Hennessey
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Write me up a ryhme, hit tha stage, rockin wit tha G's
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You aint neva seen, these playaz come outta nowhere
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Only to get this money, no money, playa I dont care
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Bout wha you hollerin about cause in tha South, you will get domed
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Young niggaz get they caps peeled for actin like they grown
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And we chiffin on, some shit they put in folks when they be sleep
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And niggaz run up like police, and askin wha is it you chiffin
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Some playa shit!!!!
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Chorus[x2]
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[Mr. Pookie]
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Cant overlook it, we 2 crooked, recognize these chalets
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I was born in Dallas, where we withstand our battles
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And tha cattle, we jus humpin 4 was niggaz to eat
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So we stay strong on our feet, nigga we dont quit to defeat
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Stack up on heat and were ready, not for drama, 4 fetti
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Cause these niggaz takin paper but I'm blastin em steady
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Hea to tell it like it is, crooks aint got nuthin to give
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Tryin to show me where you live, been mistaken I'm in yo grill
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Where tha kill? I know you got tha weed hea today
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It dont matta, when gon scatta, and gon find it hid away
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Pistol play, bulletholes in tha wall from tha tusslin
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Hungry and I'm strugglin, believe I'm po hustlin'
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But tougher than muthafuckas take me off to be
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I got venom in my veins, I'm not tha same, beware of me
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Besta flee, 4 tha rath of me, get mixed up wit my mood swing
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Attitude has switched, so watch tha shit, these crooked fools bring
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And we aint trippin, we jus down like this
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It's been a long time comin, nigga bounce to this
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We bring tha clips and flip tha script
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Ready waitin, busta trip
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Chemotherapy's in order, Abatrois finna slaughter
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Wit a harbor, but still I find tha time to smoke and chill
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Cool and calm is how I feel, Dallas Texas flexin steels, nigga
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Its jus like that, boy, uh, Stoneycrook
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Chorus[x2]
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Down Like That
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| Mr. Pookie |
