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[K-Roc] K- |
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Roc and Pookie bout gon and drop it crooked like we really can |
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Flossin in this bitch and go get funky bout my dividends |
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See I'm gon be tha man, wit tha plan and tha ends |
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Flossin through |
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Dallas, Texas in tha new 2000 |
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Benz Wit some |
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Hen, and a fat sack of |
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Indo, my head is in tha sky |
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I'm gettin high, and wit my kinfolk, see |
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I dont neva choke |
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Cause I been blowin almost everyday, y you askin y? |
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In Junior |
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High, boy |
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I been chiffin hay |
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Now I'm gettin paid and like to blow mo than |
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I used to blow |
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I like em burnin slow, so now |
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I'm off to get some |
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Optimos Nigga, you didnt know, jus how we doin, got yo |
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Auntie, she pursuin |
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Yo lil sister been boo-hooin, and yo gal |
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I been screwin |
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But I'm movin on cause |
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I cant let my paper stop |
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And she dont want me gon, |
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Pookie say they rollin dice blocks from mine |
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Like 2pac on |
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Hennessey, until |
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I pass out |
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Blowin on some green, |
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I cant be seen, up in that glass house, |
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Playa Chorus [x2] |
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Bounce, a |
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Southern Made |
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Playa make tha crowd jus, |
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Bounce And cant nobody do it like we do it in tha |
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South Got everybody talkin cause they know if its clown |
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Your preferably a rival when tha crooks hit yo town [Mr. Pookie] |
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Tired of facin' drama ya'll, watch this playa rip it |
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Wishin life was like a soccer ball, all my fools can kick it |
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Wassup wit it, |
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K-Roc gon and get tha switches from tha track |
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Southern Made, grab tha blade, and split that bitch on down tha back |
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My reaction to tha weed is a calm cool state |
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Like a missle on tha way, |
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I jus cant wait to detonate |
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In tha days of tha |
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Hemingway, rollin lovely blunts |
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Who's to say |
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I saw tha trigga spray, boy we had it krunk |
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Bout to dump, on this niggaz wit tha |
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M1 cock Quick to hit a 2 way stop, wit that 45 beam on top |
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Bodies drop, see me flexin, lil ol |
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Texan, from tha |
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Crook North |
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Dallas off tha hook, bound to leave them bustas shook |
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Peep and look, |
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I stay creased, wit |
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K-Swiss up on my feet |
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Smokin Blacks when it aint no weed, hit this blunt, oh yes indeed |
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I'ma sleep, see passion for these hoes has got cha stronger |
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She dancin and unchancin, that's cause |
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Pookie all up on her |
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Chorus[x2] [Mr. Pookie] |
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Look at cha |
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Southern Made, |
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Playa Laid, back in tha shade |
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Jus Tha Rippla, come to get cha, wit these blunts |
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I'ma blaze |
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And today is jus anotha, like a muthafuckin otha |
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It's not safe stay undercover, get yo paper, fuck tha colors |
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See them bustas, and organize a lick we finsta hit |
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Quick to skeam up on this nigga, out to get that treasure shit |
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That's tha mind of a crook, jus a section in our brain |
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Where we felt like we couldnt have it, so we had to grab it man |
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Who's to blame? my conscience saw tha crooked times we livin in |
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Time to stack some dividends, |
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I'm at tha mall wit plenty ends |
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It's me again, playa of tha year, dark and lovely |
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Makin moves on hoes that love me, gurl stay back if you scrubby |
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And yo hubby, it's best that he stay clear when |
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I'm near Cause that static, cause of fear, me and yo bitch ova hea |
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That's 4 real, so nigga stay back yo gurl has chosen |
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Dont wanna see you get yo face cracked, |
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Pookie has spoken |
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Chorus [til end] |
