Joey Fatts - Tookie lyrics

rate me

(Hook)

Took you way to San Quentin

I'm gonna die for this business

Blue laces in my tennis

This how I'm creepin', how I'm creepin'

This how I'm creepin', how I'm creepin'

This how I'm creepin', how I'm creepin'

If he the opposite, course he get it

This how I'm creepin', how I'm creepin'

(Verse)

Straps trippin', riddin' out my jurisdiction

This how I'm creepin', how I'm creepin'

My pops said I won't see heaven how l'm livin'

Well I guess I'ma burn in hell with this cripin'

And now I'm mashed up in that Civic

Me and my young Locs

A bunch of wild niggas that would kill for free

But I tip them a couple of c-notes

Yung homie, he 16 and he out here trappin' shit

Yung nigga with a mean shot, I call that nigga still yacafitch

Blue rag gon' get me started, and I got it on me don't bother

I'm walking like one leg Lodger, I'm a short nigga but walkin' like all of the above

Like he got sawed-up, like he got hit with that sawed-off

The shot blew his limbs off

Don't try us, yo bitch wanna ride wid us and bang the hood with a yung boss

(Hook)

Took you way to San Quentin

I'm gonna die for this business

Blue laces in my tennis

This how I'm creepin', how I'm creepin'

This how I'm creepin', how I'm creepin'

This how I'm creepin', how I'm creepin'

If he the opposite, course he get it

This how I'm creepin', how I'm creepin'