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Mr. Pookie - Down Like That lyrics
[Mr. Pookie] Well its like this, I'ma keep it faint, I mean swift Got AK 's cocked and aimin and sprayin, 4 you ready to trip Keep it on yo hip if you aint steady boy we ready to spray Nigga down to box but we know you punk niggaz wasnt raised up that way Especially not today, niggaz be talkin shit and poppin they trunk Nigga jus dont know, I'ma be calm and bitch that's jus like I'm krunk So ya wanna dump, I specialize in aimin and pickin off figures Dont even recognize you as niggaz Betta get on back, 4 I attack like cobra's, poisonous venom Get em, they comin, nigga heard Stoneycrook was runnin I wasnt thea for tha confrontation nigga if I was Ida been str8 jumpin Now its comin for you, talkin shit, Watch out Stoneycrook be bombin bitch, now you all up on my dick Aint it bad enuff that I got yo bitch? So I switch to anotha level, smokin my weed We get it bad enuff wit police, dont need you fuckin wit me And got yo bitch comin ova wit tha pounds and sacks She gon give them hoes to me, she say she down like that Chorus[x2] We from tha South, we puts it down like that And dont you niggaz try to hate cause clowns on that Yes we from Dallas and our city full of clowns and macs Where even bitches get they riches nigga pounds and sacks Believe that!!!!! [K-Roc] Go get yo money, cause its comin, playa you dont wanna miss it It's Tha Rockla who gon rock it wit Tha Rippla who gon rip it Nigga trippin cause we pimpin and I'm drippin nuthin but ice Got yo sister and yo wife hollerin they aint nuthin nice Pay tha price cause you don lost em and we flossin wit precaution If these hataz run up on me, I'ma let off some exhaustion Aint no bossin on my block, see that's y I keep a glock And my gurl, she keep tellin me " Boy, K-Roc you need to stop" So, I'ma drop off so clean, get some weed and some Hennessey Write me up a ryhme, hit tha stage, rockin wit tha G's You aint neva seen, these playaz come outta nowhere Only to get this money, no money, playa I dont care Bout wha you hollerin about cause in tha South, you will get domed Young niggaz get they caps peeled for actin like they grown And we chiffin on, some shit they put in folks when they be sleep And niggaz run up like police, and askin wha is it you chiffin Some playa shit!!!! Chorus[x2] [Mr. Pookie] Cant overlook it, we 2 crooked, recognize these chalets I was born in Dallas, where we withstand our battles And tha cattle, we jus humpin 4 was niggaz to eat So we stay strong on our feet, nigga we dont quit to defeat Stack up on heat and were ready, not for drama, 4 fetti Cause these niggaz takin paper but I'm blastin em steady Hea to tell it like it is, crooks aint got nuthin to give Tryin to show me where you live, been mistaken I'm in yo grill Where tha kill? I know you got tha weed hea today It dont matta, when gon scatta, and gon find it hid away Pistol play, bulletholes in tha wall from tha tusslin Hungry and I'm strugglin, believe I'm po hustlin' But tougher than muthafuckas take me off to be I got venom in my veins, I'm not tha same, beware of me Besta flee, 4 tha rath of me, get mixed up wit my mood swing Attitude has switched, so watch tha shit, these crooked fools bring And we aint trippin, we jus down like this It's been a long time comin, nigga bounce to this We bring tha clips and flip tha script Ready waitin, busta trip Chemotherapy's in order, Abatrois finna slaughter Wit a harbor, but still I find tha time to smoke and chill Cool and calm is how I feel, Dallas Texas flexin steels, nigga Its jus like that, boy, uh, Stoneycrook Chorus[x2] |
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