[Mr. Pookie]
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Follow my wickedness, now can you picture this?
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2 deadly crooks, went off tha hook,
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Don smoked a blunt, I feel tha dizzyness
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Twist yo ass up, real tight wrapped up like Twizzler
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My nigga jus wont cha to feel a, crooked nigga off Audelia
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Dallas Texas, we quickly risin up and surprisin
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So light up anotha splif, get ready to dip, off in that Highland
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Sky friend, down wit me we smokin that Annie Mae
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Catch a nigga talkin shit, he my enemy
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Like Kennedy, he gettin sprayed
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So I keep my gauge loaded, pop, pop
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Uh oh, there they go, let anotha flee
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4 real crooks runnin tight wit me
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Jus a crooked ass nigga finna claim these streets
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Beats I rip em, oh yes indeed aint nuthin simpler
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Gotta 0 for them foes, that stories untold
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Yes I'm Tha Rippla, watch out when I hit cha
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And keep on comin when thea's trouble
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I'm gon pop tha trunk, down to pump, and make these niggaz scuffle
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Bust yo bubble, if tha static start
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Infrared up on his heart
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That's to set this shit apart
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Nigga, that's b4 it starts
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Chorus: Juiell (repeat 2X)
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Take out fucked up lungs from tha blunt smoke
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4 deep, eyes closed, gon on that door to door
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Smokin on Annie Maes, swervin up in that burbon
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Sippin on that Syrup and ya'll aint heard me, Nigga
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[K-Roc]
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I bring mo Grim than Mr. Reeper, keep watchin me cause I'ma creeper
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Pull out my pistol faster than you reach and check yo beeper
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See we teachers, and soon as you break fast, class had started
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Some of you will fall short in yo mission to be tha hardest
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Now retarted mean slow, so I was blessed to ride tha big bus
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Whoopin niggaz wit false nuts, fuck em and feed em saltdust
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Cause all us, we killaz, enemies aint no kin to me
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Drop em off in tha Trinity, tha endin of a killin spree
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Outsmoke a chimney, that's me, carousin that figure
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Nigga, go blow yo swisha, watch me blow a swisha bigger
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Then send you to a place, where you taste nuthin but cake
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All tha beats made by Kevin A., K-Roc you face
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Slow it down K, I'm tryin to let em know that they cant touch us
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We on our way to Annie Maes, smoked out up in this Cutlass
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Hataz want ruckus, but all my niggaz like fuck em
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Let's go back to puffin and go try to fuck us sumthin
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Chorus [x2]
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[Mr. Pookie]
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Time to hit tha dance flo', look at her, Goddamn hoe
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Bring a couple of yo friends so my niggaz can play em like banjos
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But I'm jus sayin though, get yo team and I'll get mine
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We can sip up on this wine, smoke some weed and get so high
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I'd be lyin, if I said I wasnt attracted by yo biddies
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Lustin for them titties, make yo booty jump like switches
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But tension buildin up, some ol busta and his freak
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Tryin to battle up in tha club cause he fucked her friend last week
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I'm gon keep, my composure, head swiftly for tha exit
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Already 2:55 and these niggaz out hea wreckin
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I'm bettin it's gon be, mo drama in a minute
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Baby momma might be in it, swearin to GOD that she gon kill him
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Man I feel him, I hit tha block a couple of times and go
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Roll it up fast, smash on tha gas, its time to hit tha way to go
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Time to choke and not a lil bit, roll up a swisha shit
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I'm be smokin til my lungs get big,(til wha?) my lungs get big, Nigga
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Chorus [x2]
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[K-Roc]
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Who is that? Tha rockla nigga, comin up tha block sparklin
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Lettin my dawgs holla in my black Ashton Martin's
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What you got nigga? We some soljaz, we marchin
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Like my nigga, P, tha industry is a toy
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We bangin wit tha East Coast flow and tha hub coast twang
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But a crook 4 life nigga, that's tha game, got claim?
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I gotta AK 47 and I call it KC
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Cause he sound so sweet, when I let him go and release heat
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Cant forget his brotha JoJo, tha 44 on my hip
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When I run outta his brotha, best believe he a trip
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Nigga sippin sumthin, comin down clean and I'm dippin sumthin
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Fast nigga, blow past niggaz like Eric Dickerson
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I aint sportin Gators but you niggaz betta watch me though
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Fubued out tha game, crooked chain, wit a foxy hoe
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Feelin like a millionaire sippin Hennessey
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Full of green trees, you niggaz betta picture me
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Chorus[x2]
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Annie Maes
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| Mr. Pookie |
