[mr. pookie] Feel tha calmness of tha breeze as mr. pookie walks through tha hood I been strollin all night long solo johnson feelin good I just threw
Bản dịch: Mr. Pookie. Tha Rippla.
tha cats you dunno takin ova thangz We tha cats who don pulled akickdoe on tha game We tha ones wit tha guns, we tha crew wit tha juice We dem crook typed
tha Mr. comin hard on em, bring tha track, I'ma bomb on em Kevin A put tha guard on em, I'ma bout to storm on em [Chorus] [Mr. Pookie] Now you see in
stronger She dancin and unchancin, that's cause Pookie all up on her [Chorus x2] [Mr. Pookie] Look at cha Southern Made, Playa Laid, back in tha shade Jus Tha Rippla
tha game You willin to rip it wit Tha Rockla and Tha Rap? Makin bread off wha you said, puttin Dallas on tha map Say no mo, I'll be ready when tha time
yo grill Where tha kill? I know you got tha weed hea today It dont matta, when gon scatta, and gon find it hid away Pistol play, bulletholes in tha wall from tha
[Mr. Pookie] Comin up tha muthafuckin block, its tha Undertaker Jus throw yo hands in tha air, dont move a muscle I wont hesitate ta Jus let you have
tha crews Actin fools wit tha Stoneycrook Last time a nigga looked Then played by tha book Young life got took as tha body shook Bitch I'm the king you tha
feat. K-Roc, Juiell) [Mr. Pookie] Follow my wickedness, now can you picture this? 2 deadly crooks, went off tha hook, Don smoked a blunt, I feel tha
(feat. Juiell, Mr. Lucci) [Mr. Pookie] Everyday tight flossin', top villian, I'm livin' Time to get up on tha paper and collect from tha women Slightly
[Mr. Pookie] Feel tha calmness of tha breeze as Mr. Pookie walks through tha hood I been strollin all night long solo johnson feelin good I just threw
I lungs hurt I know bombin', but Tha Rippla finna bomb worse Look at us come first, best believe be bomb worse [Mr. Lucci] Welcome to tha wild, wild west, tha
off, Money you're slackin off Pookie dont take no loss so, gurl, you pay tha cost Got cha lost and yo mind confused All about Mr. Poo, cant get tha keys
quick to resolve shit wit one movement of tha finger I split ligaments, fuck tha innocent I one of tha causes for tha high death toll in tha world today
(feat. Mr. Lucci) [Mr. Pookie] Pullin' up at tha club in a 67 'lac Wit tha champagne color, drop top, blowin on a sack We were rollin like some macs
(feat. K-ROC, Mr. Lucci) [Mr. Pookie] I can feel it in the back of my mind It's like Mary Jane came at the right time While I'm feinding the vine I