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Mr. Pookie - Текст песни Whatchallwannado
[Mr. Pookie]
 Jus anotha day, chiffin hay, in North Dallas
 C-Pone jus called me up, now I'm about to hit tha shower
 Took me bout an hour, and now I'm creased down in my Polo
 I'm makin these niggaz hate today, by wearin a crooked logo
 Watch out for tha blow hoe, and leavin you bitches in tha mist
 And if you niggaz dont trip on me, then I wont bust yo shit
 Plus my click be tha ruffest, not sayin we tha toughest
 But Stoneycrook niggaz, been known to come out wit tha ruckus
 Fuck you who say fuck us, and all ya'll niggaz who be hatin'
 Cappin, cause you can't fade me, runnin up on me daily
 But baby, its mo' complicated, than you can see
 Words lose all meanin', when niggaz see niggaz gleamin'
 So dont you even think that you can get outta this
 So bitch, to get me to this point, you must really got me pissed
 I'm twist and dismember, choppin down nigga timber
 Kodac moment remember, this crooked nigga a Rippla
Chorus [x2]
 Whatchallwannado? If you trip, then we bomb first
 Pull out tha guns first, chiff until I lungs hurt
 I know bombin', but Tha Rippla finna bomb worse
 Look at us come first, best believe be bomb worse
 [Mr. Lucci]
 Welcome to tha wild, wild west, tha southside, its me, a killa
 Fuck Billy tha Kid nigga, it's Lucci tha Wig Splitta
 Like Tyson a hard hitta, toe tag deala
 A brain spilla, body chilla, mind thrilla, fuck it, killa
 On tha grind for my scrilla, rhymin' hard, workin strong
 Chiffin smoke up in my long, still my whole bag gon
 I live long, for doin wrong, cause wit my crooks, man its on
 Leave a nigga dome blown, or up shit creek, all alone
 For bumpin his grill, he must thought he was go cheat one, 4Mr. Pookie - Whatchallwannado - http://ru.motolyrics.com/mr-pookie/whatchallwannado-lyrics.html
 real
 Now he killed, 6 feet he feel, surrounded by mob skillz
 Crooked is as crooked does, like crooked thugs
 And crooked hugs and crooked slugs and crooked luv
 It aint neva enuff, until I whip it out my holsta
 Cocked back ready to roast ya, on every wanted poster
 Stayin' high like a vulture, inflictin' pain from smoke
 Those crooked soljaz smokin, let tha coroner dispose ya
Chorus [x2]
 [C-Pone]
 I been quick to cause a tragedy, fuckin wit my faculty
 Bullets sprayed rapidly, now they died from my fatality
 Fuck those who try to battle me, this rap shit is a mastery
 Bomb viciously, leavin tha whole scene full of catastrophes
 Hollow my calvary, when I feel danger in tha mist
 Now I'm pissed, wit a clutched fist
 Around they Ashton and my 45th
 No mo lift, in these shady niggaz in fleets
 We be deadlier than a weed blunt dipped in Phaldahyde and
 Morphine
 Sparklin' clean up through tha industry
 Lyrics at yo weak feet, they notice me
 Due to my unique style of Texas poetry
 Blowin these, wack MC's, who refuse to give our props
 Platinum hitz from tha Stoneycrook click, til we all sittin on
 top
 When Tha Rippla drop, best believe we comin wit bombs
 Turnin' yo average house party, into a modern day Vietnam
 Run up if you want some, we clash like Titans
 Aint no collaboration deadlier than Stoneycrook and I come
Chorus [x2]




















