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