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