Mr. Pookie - French Connection Lyrics
[mr. pookie]Pullin up at tha club in a 67 lacWit tha champagne color, drop top, blowin on a sackWe were rollin like some macs, peepin all foesI got to valet, my baby, cause she sittin on some all goldsNow lucci call those, ladies wit fitnessSo we can handle our business, and let em know, jus how we kick itIts time to let em know tha real crooks are on tha sceneUnkindly to these hoes unless tha finally got some cheeseNow bring on tha weed, lets float on cloud 30-30I said a few lines, she grab my hand, I knew she heard meI sat at tha bar afta rollin up tha cakeThen they mixed that grand moyea wit that damn kovaseaFrench connection and some hay, we were blowin foolI cant keep drinkin like this, I gotta hop up in tha old schoolPlayin it so cool, and still smokinLocin up wit this tight, bright stallion, I had spokenChorus [x2]Baby, come and get someMr. pookie, mr. lucci wit tha big gunsPlayaz havin bug fun, now tell me do you want someIm at tha bar laced out on french connectionBout it, bout it, baby!!!!![mr. lucci]Now once again, this playa stepped in, wit tha first class dressinTeachin lessons on impression, toward tha vip sectionMe and pookie steady wreckin, headshots of french connectionsGreen depressions, got me in a zone of balla flexinCrooked down dallas, texas, stackin gs while Im plexinStoneycrook niggaz, runnin everythang, dont even test themHopped up and Im chopped up on tha dance floor, showin mo luvYella bone eyes locked up, when Im propped up wit my soljazIts so much, green cover for tha primeco phone holderSee tha don mans and tha golds, bruhCrooked pest games wit her shouldaAnd I told her, meet me at tha bar bout 3Go gather up some of yo freaks, while I find pookieJacuzzis and dubbies, wit new kis, wha its gon beGreen trees and don p, droppin tops through dallas deepCoolin out wit my gs, niggaz that you cant tameHoes strikin down crooked ps, hurricane wit a kangoChorus [x2][mr. pookie]Chillin at tha bar, gettin tipsy off tha drankFrench connection got me feelin like a nigga wanna faintNow Im rollin up tha cake wit my eyes on tha crowdPookie and lucci, blowin like we floatin on a cloudFeelin me now? see, Im tha chiffer of all chiffersFigure it out, now take it slow and catch a breatherYa trippin me out, now throw that booty like its lethalShow tha butt, hold it up, bounce it for tha peopleYes, I see you in tha back of tha club, takin photosIm finna blow hoe, look round, wassup wit tha dodoI want some mo fo, I cant get wrapped up in my own worldStallion wit long pearls, sexy now its on gurlYou wit yo friends and Im wit a couple 2Jus hold onto tha number, well see you in a day or 2Pissy, tipsy wit my crew steady jiggin for funNow tell tha people to come and get someChorus [x2]
