French Connection Lyrics by Mr. Pookie

French Connection Lyrics


    [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, peepin all foes
    I got to valet, my baby, cause she sittin on some all golds
    Now lucci call those, ladies wit fitness
    So we can handle our business, and let em know, jus how we kick it
    It's time to let em know tha real crooks are on tha scene
    Unkindly to these hoes unless tha finally got some cheese
    Now bring on tha weed, let's float on cloud 30-30
    I said a few lines, she grab my hand, i knew she heard me
    I sat at tha bar afta rollin' up tha cake
    Then they mixed that grand moyea wit that damn kovasea
    French connection and some hay, we were blowin fool
    I cant keep drinkin like this, i gotta hop up in tha old school
    Playin it so cool, and still smokin
    Locin up wit this tight, bright stallion, i had spoken

    Chorus [x2]

    Baby, come and get some
    Mr. pookie, mr. lucci wit tha big guns
    Playaz havin bug fun, now tell me do you want some
    I'm at tha bar laced out on french connection
    Bout it, bout it, baby!!!!!

    [mr. lucci]
    Now once again, this playa stepped in, wit tha first class dressin
    Teachin lessons on impression, toward tha vip section
    Me and pookie steady wreckin, headshots of french connections
    Green depressions, got me in a zone of balla flexin
    Crooked down dallas, texas, stackin g's while i'm plexin
    Stoneycrook niggaz, runnin everythang, dont even test them
    Hopped up and i'm chopped up on tha dance floor, showin mo luv
    Yella bone eyes locked up, when i'm propped up wit my soljaz
    It's so much, green cover for tha primeco phone holder
    See tha don man's and tha golds, bruh
    Crooked pest games wit her shoulda
    And i told her, meet me at tha bar bout 3
    Go gather up some of yo freaks, while i find pookie
    Jacuzzi's and dubbie's, wit new ki's, wha it's gon be
    Green trees and don p, droppin tops through dallas deep
    Coolin out wit my g's, niggaz that you can't tame
    Hoes strikin down crooked p's, hurricane wit a kango

    Chorus [x2]

    [mr. pookie]
    Chillin at tha bar, gettin tipsy off tha drank
    French connection got me feelin like a nigga wanna faint
    Now i'm rollin up tha cake wit my eyes on tha crowd
    Pookie and lucci, blowin like we floatin on a cloud
    Feelin' me now? see, i'm tha chiffer of all chiffers
    Figure it out, now take it slow and catch a breather
    Ya trippin' me out, now throw that booty like its lethal
    Show tha butt, hold it up, bounce it for tha people
    Yes, i see you in tha back of tha club, takin photos
    I'm finna blow hoe, look round, wassup wit tha dodo
    I want some mo 'fo, i cant get wrapped up in my own world
    Stallion wit long pearls, sexy now its on gurl
    You wit yo friends and i'm wit a couple 2
    Jus hold onto tha number, we'll see you in a day or 2
    Pissy, tipsy wit my crew steady jiggin for fun
    Now tell tha people to come and get some

    Chorus [x2]

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