Mr. Pookie - Annie Maes lyrics

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[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 ass up, real tight wrapped up like Twizzler

My nigga jus wont cha to feel a, crooked nigga 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 nigga talkin shit, 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 ass nigga 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 niggaz scuffle

Bust yo bubble, if tha static start

Infrared up on his heart

That's to set this shit apart

Nigga, that's b4 it starts

Chorus: Juiell (repeat 2X)

Take out fucked 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, Nigga

[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 niggaz wit false nuts, fuck 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

Nigga, 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 niggaz like fuck em

Let's go back to puffin and go try to fuck us sumthin

Chorus [x2]

[Mr. Pookie]

Time to hit tha dance flo', look at her, Goddamn hoe

Bring a couple of yo friends so my niggaz 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

Lustin for them titties, 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 fucked her friend last week

I'm gon keep, my composure, head swiftly for tha exit

Already 2:55 and these niggaz 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 shit

I'm be smokin til my lungs get big,(til wha?) my lungs get big, Nigga

Chorus [x2]

[K-Roc]

Who is that? Tha rockla nigga, comin up tha block sparklin

Lettin my dawgs holla in my black Ashton Martin's

What you got nigga? We some soljaz, we marchin

Like my nigga, P, tha industry is a toy

We bangin wit tha East Coast flow and tha hub coast twang

But a crook 4 life nigga, 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

Nigga sippin sumthin, comin down clean and I'm dippin sumthin

Fast nigga, blow past niggaz like Eric Dickerson

I aint sportin Gators but you niggaz 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 niggaz betta picture me

Chorus[x2]