Crook Playa Lyrics - Singles - Mr. Pookie

[mr. lucci] 

Introducin mr. lucci, tha wig split loco 

Unfuckwitable crook have yo whole gang in a choke hold 

I run wit 4 niggaz that's so cold and I'm known for gettin dirty 

I smack niggaz for 30-30's, dispersin slugs in a hurry 

Cant let no nigga disturb me or interrupt me when I'm on my mission 

Watchin these niggaz scurry from choppers wit clip extentions 

All hataz be flinchin when I appear in they dimension 

Strivin on bad intentions puttin niggaz life up on suspension 

Jus ain't a normal nigga, I be that diabolical figure 

Straight weeded left all dead, they braided up lookin slicker 

Crooked scissorhands and tha rippla got my back down 4 whateva 

I'm a 16, smokin clever, 155 a devil 

Aka tha crooked rebel wit a neck full of gold and ice pebbles 

All my stoneycrook brothaz stay flossed out to tha top level 

Mr. lucci neva settle wit punk boyz on hate shit 

Whoopin niggaz azz, quick and fast like an agent on matrix 

Chorus 

Who dat blowin big killa in tha back of tha club 

Who dat choosin real women while deletin tha scrubs 

Who dat rollin up tha cake, who's a crook in tha place 

Who dem ipsy tipsy playaz from tha lone star state 

We tha cats you dunno takin ova thangz 

We tha cats who don pulled akickdoe on tha game 

We tha ones wit tha guns, we tha crew wit tha juice 

We dem crook typed playaz boy don't let us get loose 

[mr. pookie] 

Open yo eyes wide playa, take notice of me 

Aint no quittin while I'm rippin, no intentions to flee 

Got my calvary posted now tell me, wha y'all wanna do? 

Got no time for ya boastin ya think ya bad wit yo crew 

Now who's tha victim left to breath on tha mic 

He cant handle me really so now he agged and wanna fight 

I'm tha hype of tha party, tha ammo and a clip 

Take a breather 4 I leave ya face down where you sit 

And tha competition, oh they get flattin by bows 

Cause we ain't bowin down, busta think he bad cause he older 

I'ma show ya, time to pick tha place up in tha check and shit 

And if you ain't no dallas sho nuff to be reckoned wit 

Pick a betta click wit a mass of foes ( and wha? ) 

Let tha record show how we surpass em though 

Now wha you maskin 4? 

Who it is? it's tha rippla turnin heads when I enter 

Tha pookie wit tha mista 

Chorus 

[mr. pookie] 

Now we got em lookin got em all up in our grill 

We cant stop we 2 crooked, so it's like pass me tha kill 

On tha real, I'm chillin, so they betta make way 

Got lucci spittin some venom, y these bustaz wanna hate? 

So say wha u say and we gon do wha we do 

Continue to drop platinum azz hitz by tha crew 

I'm used to bein smokin on a regular basis 

Refuse to be, sellin dope and catchin these cases 

I choose to be, tight up on my game like a pro 

Smashin on these hoes, and makin tha big doe 

Behold, mr. pookie slash rippla jones 

I been livin like a crook since tha day I was born 

On my own homie, I spit tha game how I feel 

Its time to let em all know it's about to get real 

Tha deal is playa, keep yo hands off, watch that damn talk 

And proceed to leave so please walk 

Chorus