Mr. Pookie - Annie Maes Lyrics
[mr. pookie]Follow my wickedness, now can you picture this?2 deadly crooks, went off tha hook,Don smoked a blunt, I feel tha dizzynessTwist yo ass up, real tight wrapped up like twizzlerMy nigga jus wont cha to feel a, crooked nigga off audeliaDallas texas, we quickly risin up and surprisinSo light up anotha splif, get ready to dip, off in that highlandSky friend, down wit me we smokin that annie maeCatch a nigga talkin shit, he my enemyLike kennedy, he gettin sprayedSo I keep my gauge loaded, pop, popUh oh, there they go, let anotha flee4 real crooks runnin tight wit meJus a crooked ass nigga finna claim these streetsBeats I rip em, oh yes indeed aint nuthin simplerGotta 0 for them foes, that stories untoldYes Im tha rippla, watch out when I hit chaAnd keep on comin when theas troubleIm gon pop tha trunk, down to pump, and make these niggaz scuffleBust yo bubble, if tha static startInfrared up on his heartThats to set this shit apartNigga, thats b4 it startsChorus: juiell (repeat 2x)Take out *****ed up lungs from tha blunt smoke4 deep, eyes closed, gon on that door to doorSmokin on annie maes, swervin up in that burbonSippin on that syrup and yall aint heard me, nigga[k-roc]I bring mo grim than mr. reeper, keep watchin me cause ima creeperPull out my pistol faster than you reach and check yo beeperSee we teachers, and soon as you break fast, class had startedSome of you will fall short in yo mission to be tha hardestNow retarted mean slow, so I was blessed to ride tha big busWhoopin niggaz wit false nuts, ***** em and feed em saltdustCause all us, we killaz, enemies aint no kin to meDrop em off in tha trinity, tha endin of a killin spreeOutsmoke a chimney, thats me, carousin that figureNigga, go blow yo swisha, watch me blow a swisha biggerThen send you to a place, where you taste nuthin but cakeAll tha beats made by kevin a., k-roc you faceSlow it down k, Im tryin to let em know that they cant touch usWe on our way to annie maes, smoked out up in this cutlassHataz want ruckus, but all my niggaz like ***** emLets go back to puffin and go try to ***** us sumthinChorus [x2][mr. pookie]Time to hit tha dance flo, look at her, goddamn hoeBring a couple of yo friends so my niggaz can play em like banjosBut Im jus sayin though, get yo team and Ill get mineWe can sip up on this wine, smoke some weed and get so highId be lyin, if I said I wasnt attracted by yo biddiesLustin for them titties, make yo booty jump like switchesBut tension buildin up, some ol busta and his freakTryin to battle up in tha club cause he *****ed her friend last weekIm gon keep, my composure, head swiftly for tha exitAlready 2:55 and these niggaz out hea wreckinIm bettin its gon be, mo drama in a minuteBaby momma might be in it, swearin to God that she gon kill himMan I feel him, I hit tha block a couple of times and goRoll it up fast, smash on tha gas, its time to hit tha way to goTime to choke and not a lil bit, roll up a swisha shitIm be smokin til my lungs get big,(til wha? ) my lungs get big, niggaChorus [x2][k-roc]Who is that? tha rockla nigga, comin up tha block sparklinLettin my dawgs holla in my black ashton martinsWhat you got nigga? we some soljaz, we marchinLike my nigga, p, tha industry is a toyWe bangin wit tha east coast flow and tha hub coast twangBut a crook 4 life nigga, thats tha game, got claim?I gotta ak 47 and I call it kcCause he sound so sweet, when I let him go and release heatCant forget his brotha jojo, tha 44 on my hipWhen I run outta his brotha, best believe he a tripNigga sippin sumthin, comin down clean and Im dippin sumthinFast nigga, blow past niggaz like eric dickersonI aint sportin gators but you niggaz betta watch me thoughFubued out tha game, crooked chain, wit a foxy hoeFeelin like a millionaire sippin hennesseyFull of green trees, you niggaz betta picture meChorus[x2]
