Текст (слова) песни: Mr. Pookie - Crook Playa

[mr. lucci]

Introducin mr. lucci, tha wig split loco

Unfuckwitable crook have yo whole gang in a choke hold

I run wit 4 niggaz thats so cold and Im known for gettin dirty

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

Cant let no nigga disturb me or interrupt me when Im 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 aint 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

Im 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, whos 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 dont let us get loose

[mr. pookie]

Open yo eyes wide playa, take notice of me

Aint no quittin while Im rippin, no intentions to flee

Got my calvary posted now tell me, wha yall wanna do?

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

Now whos tha victim left to breath on tha mic

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

Im 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 aint bowin down, busta think he bad cause he older

Ima show ya, time to pick tha place up in tha check and shit

And if you aint 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? its 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 its like pass me tha kill

On tha real, Im 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

Im 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 its about to get real

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

And proceed to leave so please walk

Chorus

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


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 Playa [mr. lucci] Introducin mr. lucci, tha wig split loco Unfuckwitable crook have yo whole gang in a choke hold I run wit 4 niggaz thats so cold and Im known for gettin dirty I smack niggaz for 30-30s, dispersin slugs in a hurry Cant let no nigga disturb me or interrupt me when Im 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 aint 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 Im 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, whos 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 dont let us get loose [mr. pookie] Open yo eyes wide playa, take notice of me Aint no quittin while Im rippin, no intentions to flee Got my calvary posted now tell me, wha yall wanna do? Got no time for ya boastin ya think ya bad wit yo crew Now whos tha victim left to breath on tha mic He cant handle me really so now he agged and wanna fight Im 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 aint bowin down, busta think he bad cause he older Ima show ya, time to pick tha place up in tha check and shit And if you aint 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? its 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 its like pass me tha kill On tha real, Im 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 Im 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 its about to get real Tha deal is playa, keep yo hands off, watch that damn talk And proceed to leave so please walk Chorus Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Crook Playa: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/112/1/14921.html Все тексты песен: Mr. Pookie » Mr. Pookie - Big Ballah » Mr. Pookie - Visions of a Silent One » Mr. Pookie - Destiny » Mr. Pookie - Tha Rippla » Mr. Pookie - Southern Made Playa » Mr. Pookie - French Connection » Mr. Pookie - Find Yourself.. by Yourself » Mr. Pookie - Down Like That » Mr. Pookie - Crook 4 Life » Mr. Pookie - Whatchallwannado » Mr. Pookie - Annie Maes » Mr. Pookie - Comin Hard » Mr. Pookie - Introduction » Mr. Pookie - Smoke One » Mr. Pookie - Crook Playa » Mr. Pookie - So High Serenade Рекомендуем скачать: » Михаил Кайгородцев, Игорь Большев - Письмо рабочих Кузнецкого завода в центральную прессу » Мария Школьник - Позвоните » Мария Фаликман - Бессонница » Майк Мироненко (фабрика звезд-5) - Лучше меня » Мария Махова - Сеет дождик равнодушно... » Мария Школьник - Музей камней имени Ферсмана » Марат Тамаев - Только двое на перроне... » Марк Фрейдкин - Песня про Машу и ее сучку » Мария Школьник - Он в десять раз талантливей меня... » Михаил Трегер - Любовь всему венец, любовь всему фундамент... » Ман-ка - Сама по себе » Мюзикола - Девочка в платьице белом » Михаил Неволин - Объяснение в сумерках » Михаил Гребенщиков - Как хорошо нам сегодня вечером » Мария Фаликман - Летние дни в середине апреля. Склонность к полетам... » Мумий Тролль - Забавы » Маша Вебер (Фабрика звезд-3) - Азбука Морзе любви (Знаки) » Максим Леонидов - Дождь » Михаил Круг - Искры в камине » Марк Фрейдкин - Песня про Костю
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