[Mr. Pookie]
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Everyday tight flossin', top villian, I'm livin'
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Time to get up on tha paper and collect from tha women
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Slightly pimpin is tha game that I chose, I keeps it real
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Went to ballin' came wit time, I suppose, you know tha deal
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Bring my drink so I can chill, and pass me my weed
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Big Ballin' wit my crooks while I'm bouncin on D's
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I got tha trees, if need, you playaz smokin or what?
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O.K. pull up at tha station, I got tha cake in tha trunk
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[Juiell]
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We got tha blunts and tha Indo 2
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Smokin til my lungs turn blue,come on
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Come on, now playa whatcha wanna do?
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Ballin wit half of my crew, come on
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[Mr. Pookie]
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Let's throw a party fool, fuck it a Barbeque
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Invite tha ballaz, tha pimps, playaz and hustlaz 2
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Got many hoes to chose, so chose em wisely
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And jam tha Isleys, how they respond it wont surprise me
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Chorus: Juiell (x2)
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Big Ballah, tha game shot calla
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Everyday top flosser, you need a pound jus holla
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[Mr. Lucci]
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Breakin bitches off wit my candy low reclinin'
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Workin wood Ville flossin off tha pinky diamond
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Choppin up tha scene when I'm in tha bladed Lexus
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Knockin niggaz jaws wit TV's and headrests
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Playin 64's, mobbin on Lorenzo's
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Lettin these playaz feel when I crawl on Vogue's
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And keep tha baddest hoes, jockin crooked medallion
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5'6 stallion, she black and Italian
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I'm blowin all tha cake, I'm sippin all while straight
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I'm travelin to tha pelican state, in new 99 escalade
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I'm makin these boppers hate, cause crooks be breakin rules
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I'm dinin on shrimp and steaks, I'm shinin on lakes and pools
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I'm actin a fuckin fool, bangin my signs slow
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Screwed out hittin hard, in drop top vinyl volvo
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My click jus ball hoe, we crooks aint gon eva change
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Destructed by Mary Jane, while fuckin this rappin' game
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Chorus [x2]
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Big Ballah
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| Mr. Pookie |
