[Mr. Pookie]
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Feel tha calmness of tha breeze as Mr. Pookie walks through tha hood
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I been strollin all night long solo johnson feelin good
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I just threw away a dubbie nigga, I'm about to roll anotha
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Til I bumped into two niggaz I aint know wassup hustla
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I heard you got them sacks and if that's true, I want 2
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And uh 1 for my lil homie, he be smokin all night too
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So I told them niggaz bail and quickly stepped away wit hast
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You see I know these streetz to well and he was reachin for his waist
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Oh shit, my battle mode don switched a whole fuckin level
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Don switched to part 2 that's crooked intentions mixed wit rebel
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Like tha devil on me, Pookie get control of yoself
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Cant release Tha Rippla on these niggaz shit they'll be nuthin left
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You ready? I'm ready aint scared (Hold up)I thought you was ready
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Naw, you wasnt sayin that shit while ago when you was callin for Mary
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I bring ya hat to ya nigga, its best you flee out my hood
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Cause you don fucked up on tha second level motivatal crook
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Chorus
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As you enter, yo body shivers, yo brain no longer remembers
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Who did this to ya, it was Tha Rippla
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Blank yo picture and left you cold, yo body swoll wit bullet holes,
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yo eyes are closed, it was Tha Rippla
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Release yo soul and sides exposed, tha Grim Ripper has come to get cha
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Now close tha zipper, it was Tha Rippla
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As you enter, yo body shivers, from this world you've been delivered
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Who did this to ya, it was Tha Rippla
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Still chillin peepin tha path in which they fled
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Notice they took a right didnt them bitches hear what I said
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They think I'm playin Mr. Pookie finna scene don went cold
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Now its time for Tha Rippla, I'ma tell you niggaz how I'm gon do it
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Swift wit big holes
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We bringin tha big guns artillery u aint gon fade homie
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Bringin my knife wit my gun fight AK black wit tha blade on it
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Betta watch out when i spray if only
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It inhabit yo body wit leg components
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Take it for granted I'm swearin on it
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Leavin for crow dead and lonely
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Now ya tryin to squash tha shit, I don hit yo body, caps wit vengeance
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Can't nobody get me up off ya nigga, prepare yoself for tha finish
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I don cut tha nigga I'm rippin take tha confidence from a nigga
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Left him wit feminine feelings and big bullet holes from Tha Rippla
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There's a lesson to be learned but its too late for you to see
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Plus yo homeboy been left and got you alone up in these streetz
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Mo 3 had to get him at tha point of no return
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Anger don got tha best of me, now they bodies get burned
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Chorus
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[Mr. Pookie]
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I don dealt away wit a nigga, now its time to flee tha scene
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Thinkin bout how I left him, face down off in tha crete
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Lemme fire up this weed, time to calm my fuckin nerves
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I can feel tha po-po's comin ,hear tha sirens seen a bird
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Heard, this nigga known for pullin jacks on a nigga
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But what he didnt know ain nuthin but crooks on Audelia
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But still you'll be tryin to catch me slippin wit cha crew
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So I released fire and came back bustin wit my fools
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Let's even up, fightin we aint deep enough
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So my niggaz strapped and now they headed toward tha street to bust
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Ya'll bitches aint seein us, shit I'm bout to blow some mo
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Bombin on you hataz like tha crisis off in Kosovo
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Powerful and dont you know I aint that average playa to test
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And like a rhino I'm jus finna penetrate through yo chest
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Time to rest and that's for good see
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No comin back too late to plea
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Told you bout my motive 3
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Dont cross my crooked boundary
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Chorus
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Tha Rippla
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| Mr. Pookie |
