Mr. Pookie - Comin Hard lyrics

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[Mr. Pookie]

Now uh, which way he came, left or right, you can squash that

I came from all directions playa, can you top that?

I got em waitin Mr. Rippla, how you droppin it?

See, I'ma drop it wit a CD full of major hits

I got tha switch when its click, I'm in tha zone fool

And plus you know that I'm gon rip it fo tha song through

It's time to shine, time to polish off my game right

Krunk like its game night or a Roy Jones title fight

Wit combinations that can spark up in a blaze fire

I'm gettin paid while you bustas goin haywire

So wha you say now? I brought tha ruckus

Testin tha bustas, got sumthin to say but no they love us

Indeed, I bring tha trees when its time to choke

Ready to beat up on tha foes at tha end of tha show

This time you know, my crooks stay on top of they game

And when you least expect it thea's anotha hook to tha brain

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Balla, if you a balla tell em how you comin hard

Hustla, if you a hustla, baby hustle like a superstar

Playa, cause we some playaz and you know jus who we are

Crooksta, if you a crook tell em how ya comin hard

[Mr. Pookie]

Right back at cha, awww hell naw I wont ease up

Dont got me krunk now, picture me wit cheese stuffed

In my pockets, I bout to get it on a paper rage

Gotta make my paper change, increase my paper weight

Set tha stage, aint got no killaz on tha payroll

Only my crook playaz wit me from tha get go

Let it be known I'm from Dallas, that's in Texas

Bring it on, as if you think you can outflex us

Betta bring yo best, cause I'm runnin round these fools

I been waitin for this very day, straight up clownin fools

I'll face him, who, you, wha, that's to all my foes

See we gunnin when we runnin playa, knockin down closed doors

And uh, down to strike a pose when I finish rippin on these figgaz

Makin sure my presence felt, boy I been bound to come up wit cha

It's tha Mr. comin hard on em, bring tha track, I'ma bomb on em

Kevin A put tha guard on em, I'ma bout to storm on em

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[Mr. Pookie]

Now you see in a change of clothes, still creased down

Got my ice on my fingers and struttin hard through tha town

And I cant forget my crown, flip tha brim like a pimp

Slide my fingers across, that's to make sure of tha fit

Got tha ladies checkin this and my hair whipped up

And a sack in my pocket, French connection in tha cut

Valley ruff on tha mic, when I'm chillin like this

That's when I'm ballin wit my crooks feelin tipsy and shit

I'm comin dizzy wit hits, and cant nobody fade tha G's

I'm as witable, hitable no he strappin on these 3's

You can try, you wont succeed, I'm to playa like, playboy

I know some tru cats that'll whoop you and yo homeboys

Me and Pookie solo johnson in tha old school

clubbin wit no rules, peepin tha foes 2

Eatin some soul food and now we choosin

It's Mr. Pookie neighborhood watchin, crooks is movin

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