Crook Playa Lyrics by Mr. Pookie

Crook Playa Lyrics


    [mr. lucci]
    Introducin 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

    Chorus

    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

    [mr. pookie]
    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

    Chorus

    [mr. pookie]
    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

    Chorus

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