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Mr. Pookie - Whatchallwannado Lyrics

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  • [mr. pookie]
  • Jus anotha day, chiffin hay, in north dallas
  • C-pone jus called me up, now Im about to hit tha shower
  • Took me bout an hour, and now Im creased down in my polo
  • Im makin these niggaz hate today, by wearin a crooked logo
  • Watch out for tha blow hoe, and leavin you *****es in tha mist
  • And if you niggaz dont trip on me, then I wont bust yo shit
  • Plus my click be tha ruffest, not sayin we tha toughest
  • But stoneycrook niggaz, been known to come out wit tha ruckus
  • ***** you who say ***** us, and all yall niggaz who be hatin
  • Cappin, cause you cant fade me, runnin up on me daily
  • But baby, its mo complicated, than you can see
  • Words lose all meanin, when niggaz see niggaz gleamin
  • So dont you even think that you can get outta this
  • So *****, to get me to this point, you must really got me pissed
  • Im twist and dismember, choppin down nigga timber
  • Kodac moment remember, this crooked nigga a rippla
  • Chorus [x2]
  • Whatchallwannado? if you trip, then we bomb first
  • Pull out tha guns first, chiff until I lungs hurt
  • I know bombin, but tha rippla finna bomb worse
  • Look at us come first, best believe be bomb worse
  • [mr. lucci]
  • Welcome to tha wild, wild west, tha southside, its me, a killa
  • ***** billy tha kid nigga, its lucci tha wig splitta
  • Like tyson a hard hitta, toe tag deala
  • A brain spilla, body chilla, mind thrilla, ***** it, killa
  • On tha grind for my scrilla, rhymin hard, workin strong
  • Chiffin smoke up in my long, still my whole bag gon
  • I live long, for doin wrong, cause wit my crooks, man its on
  • Leave a nigga dome blown, or up shit creek, all alone
  • For bumpin his grill, he must thought he was go cheat one, 4 real
  • Now he killed, 6 feet he feel, surrounded by mob skillz
  • Crooked is as crooked does, like crooked thugs
  • And crooked hugs and crooked slugs and crooked luv
  • It aint neva enuff, until I whip it out my holsta
  • *****ed back ready to roast ya, on every wanted poster
  • Stayin high like a vulture, inflictin pain from smoke
  • Those crooked soljaz smokin, let tha coroner dispose ya
  • Chorus [x2]
  • [c-pone]
  • I been quick to cause a tragedy, *****in wit my faculty
  • Bullets sprayed rapidly, now they died from my fatality
  • ***** those who try to battle me, this rap shit is a mastery
  • Bomb viciously, leavin tha whole scene full of catastrophes
  • Hollow my calvary, when I feel danger in tha mist
  • Now Im pissed, wit a clutched fist
  • Around they ashton and my 45th
  • No mo lift, in these shady niggaz in fleets
  • We be deadlier than a weed blunt dipped in phaldahyde and morphine
  • Sparklin clean up through tha industry
  • Lyrics at yo weak feet, they notice me
  • Due to my unique style of texas poetry
  • Blowin these, wack mcs, who refuse to give our props
  • Platinum hitz from tha stoneycrook click, til we all sittin on top
  • When tha rippla drop, best believe we comin wit bombs
  • Turnin yo average house party, into a modern day vietnam
  • Run up if you want some, we clash like titans
  • Aint no collaboration deadlier than stoneycrook and I come
  • Chorus [x2]

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