Mr. Pookie Annie Maes Lyrics
            [Mr. Pookie]
            Follow my wickedness, now can you picture this?
            2 deadly crooks, went off tha hook,
            Don smoked a blunt, I feel tha dizzyness
            Twist yo a__ up, real tight wrapped up like Twizzler
            My n____ jus wont cha to feel a, crooked n____ off Audelia
            Dallas Texas, we quickly risin up and surprisin
            So light up anotha splif, get ready to dip, off in that Highland
            Sky friend, down wit me we smokin that Annie Mae
            Catch a n____ talkin s___, he my enemy
            Like Kennedy, he gettin sprayed
            So I keep my gauge loaded, pop, pop
            Uh oh, there they go, let anotha flee
            4 real crooks runnin tight wit me
            Jus a crooked a__ n____ finna claim these streets
            Beats I rip em, oh yes indeed aint nuthin simpler
            Gotta 0 for them foes, that stories untold
            Yes I'm Tha Rippla, watch out when I hit cha
            And keep on comin when thea's trouble
            I'm gon pop tha trunk, down to pump, and make these n____z scuffle
            Bust yo bubble, if tha static start
            Infrared up on his heart
            That's to set this s___ apart
            n____, that's b4 it starts
        
            Chorus: Juiell (repeat 2X)
        
            Take out f___ed up lungs from tha blunt smoke
            4 deep, eyes closed, gon on that door to door
            Smokin on Annie Maes, swervin up in that burbon
            Sippin on that Syrup and ya'll aint heard me, n____
        
            [K-Roc]
            I bring mo Grim than Mr. Reeper, keep watchin me cause I'ma creeper
            Pull out my pistol faster than you reach and check yo beeper
            See we teachers, and soon as you break fast, class had started
            Some of you will fall short in yo mission to be tha hardest
            Now retarted mean slow, so I was blessed to ride tha big bus
            Whoopin n____z wit false nuts, f___ em and feed em saltdust
            Cause all us, we killaz, enemies aint no kin to me
            Drop em off in tha Trinity, tha endin of a killin spree
            Outsmoke a chimney, that's me, carousin that figure
            n____, go blow yo swisha, watch me blow a swisha bigger
            Then send you to a place, where you taste nuthin but cake
            All tha beats made by Kevin A., K-Roc you face
            Slow it down K, I'm tryin to let em know that they cant touch us
            We on our way to Annie Maes, smoked out up in this Cutlass
            Hataz want ruckus, but all my n____z like f___ em
            Let's go back to puffin and go try to f___ us sumthin
        
            Chorus [x2]
        
            [Mr. Pookie]
            Time to hit tha dance flo', look at her, g______ hoe
            Bring a couple of yo friends so my n____z can play em like banjos
            But I'm jus sayin though, get yo team and I'll get mine
            We can sip up on this wine, smoke some weed and get so high
            I'd be lyin, if I said I wasnt attracted by yo biddies
            l___in for them t__ties, make yo booty jump like switches
            But tension buildin up, some ol busta and his freak
            Tryin to battle up in tha club cause he f___ed her friend last week
            I'm gon keep, my composure, head swiftly for tha exit
            Already 2:55 and these n____z out hea wreckin
            I'm bettin it's gon be, mo drama in a minute
            Baby momma might be in it, swearin to GOD that she gon kill him
            Man I feel him, I hit tha block a couple of times and go
            Roll it up fast, smash on tha gas, its time to hit tha way to go
            Time to choke and not a lil bit, roll up a swisha s___
            I'm be smokin til my lungs get big,(til wha?) my lungs get big, n____
        
            Chorus [x2]
        
            [K-Roc]
            Who is that? Tha rockla n____, comin up tha block sparklin
            Lettin my dawgs holla in my black Ashton Martin's
            What you got n____? We some soljaz, we marchin
            Like my n____, P, tha industry is a toy
            We bangin wit tha East Coast flow and tha hub coast twang
            But a crook 4 life n____, that's tha game, got claim?
            I gotta AK 47 and I call it KC
            Cause he sound so sweet, when I let him go and release heat
            Cant forget his brotha JoJo, tha 44 on my hip
            When I run outta his brotha, best believe he a trip
            n____ sippin sumthin, comin down clean and I'm dippin sumthin
            Fast n____, blow past n____z like Eric d___erson
            I aint sportin Gators but you n____z betta watch me though
            Fubued out tha game, crooked chain, wit a foxy hoe
            Feelin like a millionaire sippin Hennessey
            Full of green trees, you n____z betta picture me
        
            Chorus[x2]
        
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