Mr. Pookie - Southern Made Playa Lyrics
[k-roc]K-roc and pookie bout gon and drop it crooked like we really canFlossin in this ***** and go get funky bout my dividendsSee Im gon be tha man, wit tha plan and tha endsFlossin through dallas, texas in tha new 2000 benzWit some hen, and a fat sack of indo, my head is in tha skyIm gettin high, and wit my kinfolk, see I dont neva chokeCause I been blowin almost everyday, y you askin y?In junior high, boy I been chiffin hayNow Im gettin paid and like to blow mo than I used to blowI like em burnin slow, so now Im off to get some optimosNigga, you didnt know, jus how we doin, got yo auntie, she pursuinYo lil sister been boo-hooin, and yo gal I been screwinBut Im movin on cause I cant let my paper stopAnd she dont want me gon, pookie say they rollin dice blocks from mineLike 2pac on hennessey, until I pass outBlowin on some green, I cant be seen, up in that glass house, playaChorus [x2]Bounce, a southern made playa make tha crowd jus, bounceAnd cant nobody do it like we do it in tha southGot everybody talkin cause they know if its clownYour preferably a rival when tha crooks hit yo town[mr. pookie]Tired of facin drama yall, watch this playa rip itWishin life was like a soccer ball, all my fools can kick itWassup wit it, k-roc gon and get tha switches from tha trackSouthern made, grab tha blade, and split that ***** on down tha backMy reaction to tha weed is a calm cool stateLike a missle on tha way, I jus cant wait to detonateIn tha days of tha hemingway, rollin lovely bluntsWhos to say I saw tha trigga spray, boy we had it krunkBout to dump, on this niggaz wit tha m1 *****Quick to hit a 2 way stop, wit that 45 beam on topBodies drop, see me flexin, lil ol texan, from tha crookNorth dallas off tha hook, bound to leave them bustas shookPeep and look, I stay creased, wit k-swiss up on my feetSmokin blacks when it aint no weed, hit this blunt, oh yes indeedIma sleep, see passion for these hoes has got cha strongerShe dancin and unchancin, thats cause pookie all up on herChorus[x2][mr. pookie]Look at cha southern made, playa laid, back in tha shadeJus tha rippla, come to get cha, wit these blunts ima blazeAnd today is jus anotha, like a mutha*****in othaIts not safe stay undercover, get yo paper, ***** tha colorsSee them bustas, and organize a lick we finsta hitQuick to skeam up on this nigga, out to get that treasure shitThats tha mind of a crook, jus a section in our brainWhere we felt like we couldnt have it, so we had to grab it manWhos to blame? my conscience saw tha crooked times we livin inTime to stack some dividends, Im at tha mall wit plenty endsIts me again, playa of tha year, dark and lovelyMakin moves on hoes that love me, gurl stay back if you scrubbyAnd yo hubby, its best that he stay clear when Im nearCause that static, cause of fear, me and yo ***** ova heaThats 4 real, so nigga stay back yo gurl has chosenDont wanna see you get yo face cracked, pookie has spokenChorus [til end]
