paroles de chanson Crook Playa - Mr. Pookie
Ducin
mr.
lucci,
tha
wig
split
loco
Unfuckwitable
crook
have
yo
whole
gang
in
a
choke
hold
I
run
wit
4 niggaz
that's
so
cold
and
i'm
known
for
gettin
dirty
I
smack
niggaz
for
30-30's,
dispersin
slugs
in
a
hurry
Cant
let
no
nigga
disturb
me
or
interrupt
me
when
i'm
on
my
mission
Watchin
these
niggaz
scurry
from
choppers
wit
clip
extentions
All
hataz
be
flinchin
when
i
appear
in
they
dimension
Strivin
on
bad
intentions
puttin
niggaz
life
up
on
suspension
Jus
aint
a
normal
nigga,
i
be
that
diabolical
figure
Straight
weeded
left
all
dead,
they
braided
up
lookin
slicker
Crooked
scissorhands
and
tha
rippla
got
my
back
down
4 whateva
I'm
a
16,
smokin
clever,
155
a
devil
Aka
tha
crooked
rebel
wit
a
neck
full
of
gold
and
ice
pebbles
All
my
stoneycrook
brothaz
stay
flossed
out
to
tha
top
level
Mr.
lucci
neva
settle
wit
punk
boyz
on
hate
shit
Whoopin
niggaz
azz,
quick
and
fast
like
an
agent
on
matrix
Who
dat
blowin
big
killa
in
tha
back
of
tha
club
Who
dat
choosin
real
women
while
deletin
tha
scrubs
Who
dat
rollin
up
tha
cake,
who's
a
crook
in
tha
place
Who
dem
ipsy
tipsy
playaz
from
tha
lone
star
state
We
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
playaz
boy
dont
let
us
get
loose
Open
yo
eyes
wide
playa,
take
notice
of
me
Aint
no
quittin
while
i'm
rippin,
no
intentions
to
flee
Got
my
calvary
posted
now
tell
me,
wha
ya'll
wanna
do?
Got
no
time
for
ya
boastin
ya
think
ya
bad
wit
yo
crew
Now
who's
tha
victim
left
to
breath
on
tha
mic
He
cant
handle
me
really
so
now
he
agged
and
wanna
fight
I'm
tha
hype
of
tha
party,
tha
ammo
and
a
clip
Take
a
breather
4 i
leave
ya
face
down
where
you
sit
And
tha
competition,
oh
they
get
flattin
by
bows
Cause
we
aint
bowin
down,
busta
think
he
bad
cause
he
older
I'ma
show
ya,
time
to
pick
tha
place
up
in
tha
check
and
shit
And
if
you
aint
no
dallas
sho
nuff
to
be
reckoned
wit
Pick
a
betta
click
wit
a
mass
of
foes
(and
wha?)
Let
tha
record
show
how
we
surpass
em
though
Now
wha
you
maskin
4?
Who
it
is?
it's
tha
rippla
turnin
heads
when
i
enter
Tha
pookie
wit
tha
mista
Now
we
got
em
lookin
got
em
all
up
in
our
grill
We
cant
stop
we
2 crooked,
so
its
like
pass
me
tha
kill
On
tha
real,
i'm
chillin,
so
they
betta
make
way
Got
lucci
spittin
some
venom,
y
these
bustaz
wanna
hate?
So
say
wha
u
say
and
we
gon
do
wha
we
do
Continue
to
drop
platinum
azz
hitz
by
tha
crew
I'm
used
to
bein
smokin
on
a
regular
basis
Refuse
to
be,
sellin
dope
and
catchin
these
cases
I
choose
to
be,
tight
up
on
my
game
like
a
pro
Smashin
on
these
hoes,
and
makin
tha
big
doe
Behold,
mr.
pookie
slash
rippla
jones
I
been
livin
like
a
crook
since
tha
day
i
was
born
On
my
own
homie,
i
spit
tha
game
how
i
feel
Its
time
to
let
em
all
know
its
about
to
get
real
Tha
deal
is
playa,
keep
yo
hands
off,
watch
that
damn
talk
And
proceed
to
leave
so
please
walk
1 Introduction
2 Crook Playa
3 Southern Made Playa
4 Comin Hard
5 Annie Maes
6 Down Like That
7 Interlude "tha Snitch"
8 Visions of a Silent One
9 Interlude "Drama"
10 Destiny
11 Find Yourself ... by Yourself
12 Interlude "the Feds"
13 Crook for Life
14 So High Serenade
15 Smoke One
16 Who I Be (If Bullets Could Speak)
17 Big Ballah
18 Whatchallwannado
19 Tha Rippla
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