[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



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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



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[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]