Текст (слова) песни: Mr. Pookie - Crook 4 Life

Mr. pookie]

Ima jump it off straight up rippin

Pop my clip in best beware to tha nigga dats trippin

Over there think I see em

Finna ta get him, who came wit him

Nigga stay in yo place

Dont know who sprayin tha mase

But I betcha motherfuckers betta move

fore I get in tha mood and what? straight act a fool

Pass it fool you niggaz cant hold us

Continuous throwin these boulders

Dont act like nobody aint told ya

These crooks came to uphold ya

Take notice of clicka nigga

Off of audelia nigga

Outta my face or I will kill a nigga

Betta yet steel a nigga

Feel tha rippla

Rippin you hoes up in his face crushin his flows

You a disgrace, one to the dome

Up in his place robbin his home

Takin it all Ill be down to ride

Dallas is bound to rise

Where did I turn bitch now its our time

Lyrical homicide

Stakes are high though were still blowin,still smokin, still chiffin

Up in this game we aint tip toein

See tha dope blow and ima weed fiend

Finna bleed steam nigga

So keep yo eyes on the night, cause I jus might

Hit yo crib now where you live ima crook 4 life

Chorus [2x]

Lay it down ima crook 4 life

If u feel it will you ball wit me

Lay it down ima crook 4 life

You dont wanna fuck wit me

[k-roc]

Get ready for tha armageddon war

Betta load yo shit, get ready to die bitch

Stoneycrook niggazll creep and then crawl

Bustin at niggaz and breakin they jaws

In paws a nigga, neva, betta load this glock Im sick of this bullshit

Ammunition be totted 4 dayz, ready to blast all up in yo face

Fake hazin shit and pistol grips, pastor pookie nigga rip that bitch

Soljaz like you neva have seen

On tha block we all mug mean, my team stay green

Money that is, crooked ass niggaz have nuthin to give

Takin yo money and evictin yo bitch

Open yo mouth get shot in yo ribs

Who in tha fuck do you think that you are?

Fuckin wit much as I blew up yo car

Leave yo body all ripped and blown

Like k-roc hittin that abatrois

Bodybags in front of yo street

Blown out skulls and burnt out feet

Ask me why did I kill that bitch

My pitbull needed some fuckin meat

Streets are no longer safe 4 kids

A nigga might flip and cut out yo ribs

Enter tha devious thoughts of niggaz from stoneycrook

Thats how we live - torture his ass, strangle his ass

Rip out his heart then laugh at his ass

Stoneycrook niggaz are causin confusion

And bustin at niggaz we goin at

Chorus [x2]

[mr. lucci]

Awww shit now its on

Nigga throwed in the zone

Get cha ready for the real shit

Sippin down pill shit

But tha trill shit

Bust ya real quick

When a nigga wanna squish it

Stay on my grind so I dont spend shit

So whas the deal bitch

Gotta drill shit

Til you feel shit

But focus Ill still spend

Workin Im a kill kids

Niggaz fallin down like a nigga did shit

Grab my weed cause I feel quick

And ima tilt it, lift it, twist it in tha bud smoke

Im into green, nigga love to choke

Followed by a newport

Cloud 9, high and a crooked flow

Reached in my jeans wit tha low spoke

Glock tote, no joke

Crook loch on my chest, fuck tha rest

Done seen tha best, finna test

Tryin to jest mess around

When surrounded by paramedics

Cops sayin tha press release

Addressed my issued blues

And payin dues to tha crews

Actin fools wit tha stoneycrook

Last time a nigga looked

Then played by tha book

Young life got took as tha body shook

Bitch Im the king you tha rookie know the bait

That the pen create

Cause you a mark bitch thats a born fact

Never see a crook actin like that

Well get down on stacks

Work our mind, make our money, make a track

Dallas got bread by the stacks

Ballers in pallas, bourbons, jeeps on sweet killaz so we gotta go

Neva once been a hoe

Finsta pull a kick doe

Fuck a friend or a foe

Make a nigga die slow

Trail trail the logo

That a nigga flow fo

Sho fo

Even take a blo fo

To my brotha never say no

Only thing you want mo

Cause ima crook, diabolical

Chorus [2x]

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» Mr. Pookie - Annie Maes
» Mr. Pookie - Big Ballah
» Mr. Pookie - Tha Rippla
» Mr. Pookie - So High Serenade
» Mr. Pookie - Find Yourself.. by Yourself
» Mr. Pookie - Destiny
» Mr. Pookie - Whatchallwannado
» Mr. Pookie - Smoke One
» Mr. Pookie - French Connection
» Mr. Pookie - Crook Playa
» Mr. Pookie - Comin Hard
» Mr. Pookie - Down Like That
» Mr. Pookie - Visions of a Silent One
» Mr. Pookie - Introduction
» Mr. Pookie - Crook 4 Life


Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Mr. Pookie - Crook 4 Life Mr. pookie] Ima jump it off straight up rippin Pop my clip in best beware to tha nigga dats trippin Over there think I see em Finna ta get him, who came wit him Nigga stay in yo place Dont know who sprayin tha mase But I betcha motherfuckers betta move fore I get in tha mood and what? straight act a fool Pass it fool you niggaz cant hold us Continuous throwin these boulders Dont act like nobody aint told ya These crooks came to uphold ya Take notice of clicka nigga Off of audelia nigga Outta my face or I will kill a nigga Betta yet steel a nigga Feel tha rippla Rippin you hoes up in his face crushin his flows You a disgrace, one to the dome Up in his place robbin his home Takin it all Ill be down to ride Dallas is bound to rise Where did I turn bitch now its our time Lyrical homicide Stakes are high though were still blowin,still smokin, still chiffin Up in this game we aint tip toein See tha dope blow and ima weed fiend Finna bleed steam nigga So keep yo eyes on the night, cause I jus might Hit yo crib now where you live ima crook 4 life Chorus [2x] Lay it down ima crook 4 life If u feel it will you ball wit me Lay it down ima crook 4 life You dont wanna fuck wit me [k-roc] Get ready for tha armageddon war Betta load yo shit, get ready to die bitch Stoneycrook niggazll creep and then crawl Bustin at niggaz and breakin they jaws In paws a nigga, neva, betta load this glock Im sick of this bullshit Ammunition be totted 4 dayz, ready to blast all up in yo face Fake hazin shit and pistol grips, pastor pookie nigga rip that bitch Soljaz like you neva have seen On tha block we all mug mean, my team stay green Money that is, crooked ass niggaz have nuthin to give Takin yo money and evictin yo bitch Open yo mouth get shot in yo ribs Who in tha fuck do you think that you are? Fuckin wit much as I blew up yo car Leave yo body all ripped and blown Like k-roc hittin that abatrois Bodybags in front of yo street Blown out skulls and burnt out feet Ask me why did I kill that bitch My pitbull needed some fuckin meat Streets are no longer safe 4 kids A nigga might flip and cut out yo ribs Enter tha devious thoughts of niggaz from stoneycrook Thats how we live - torture his ass, strangle his ass Rip out his heart then laugh at his ass Stoneycrook niggaz are causin confusion And bustin at niggaz we goin at Chorus [x2] [mr. lucci] Awww shit now its on Nigga throwed in the zone Get cha ready for the real shit Sippin down pill shit But tha trill shit Bust ya real quick When a nigga wanna squish it Stay on my grind so I dont spend shit So whas the deal bitch Gotta drill shit Til you feel shit But focus Ill still spend Workin Im a kill kids Niggaz fallin down like a nigga did shit Grab my weed cause I feel quick And ima tilt it, lift it, twist it in tha bud smoke Im into green, nigga love to choke Followed by a newport Cloud 9, high and a crooked flow Reached in my jeans wit tha low spoke Glock tote, no joke Crook loch on my chest, fuck tha rest Done seen tha best, finna test Tryin to jest mess around When surrounded by paramedics Cops sayin tha press release Addressed my issued blues And payin dues to tha crews Actin fools wit tha stoneycrook Last time a nigga looked Then played by tha book Young life got took as tha body shook Bitch Im the king you tha rookie know the bait That the pen create Cause you a mark bitch thats a born fact Never see a crook actin like that Well get down on stacks Work our mind, make our money, make a track Dallas got bread by the stacks Ballers in pallas, bourbons, jeeps on sweet killaz so we gotta go Neva once been a hoe Finsta pull a kick doe Fuck a friend or a foe Make a nigga die slow Trail trail the logo That a nigga flow fo Sho fo Even take a blo fo To my brotha never say no Only thing you want mo Cause ima crook, diabolical Chorus [2x] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Crook 4 Life: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/112/1/14920.html Все тексты песен: Mr. Pookie » Mr. Pookie - Southern Made Playa » Mr. Pookie - Annie Maes » Mr. Pookie - Big Ballah » Mr. Pookie - Tha Rippla » Mr. Pookie - So High Serenade » Mr. Pookie - Find Yourself.. by Yourself » Mr. Pookie - Destiny » Mr. Pookie - Whatchallwannado » Mr. Pookie - Smoke One » Mr. Pookie - French Connection » Mr. Pookie - Crook Playa » Mr. Pookie - Comin Hard » Mr. Pookie - Down Like That » Mr. Pookie - Visions of a Silent One » Mr. Pookie - Introduction » Mr. Pookie - Crook 4 Life Рекомендуем скачать: » Крестовый туз - ДЕВОЧКА ПО ВЫЗОВУ » К.Никольский - Мне только снится жизнь моя » Константин Никольский - Опять до времени отложены дела » Красная Плесень - Заебись » Краски - Ты уже взрослый » Калинов мост - Пропадать молвой » Король и Шут - Утренний расвет » Кирилл Ривель - Imperium, vale! » Король и Шут - Отец и маски » Кабаре-дуэт Академия - Ту-ту-ту » Контра да Банда Ю-За - Родом из Союза » Король и Шут - Разборки из-за баб » Крупп Арон - Не верь пословице » Крематорий - Уродина » Крематорий - Штраус » Кирилл Ривель - Памяти А.Хведченя » Кристина Орбакайте - Это просто сон » Кирилл Прохоров - Не рано не поздно в сознанье моем... » Константин Еремин - Тавдинка » Кирилл Ривель - И бесполезно спрашивать: откуда?..
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