Mr. Pookie Lyrics
Mr. Pookie Lyrics
"Big Ballah Lyrics"
King Kong Drinks Coca-Cola Lyrics
The biscuit man said he had to blow The cat's in the alleyway, the dogs don't go You look and then you smile, it's all a joke You get to see the fire, I can see the smoke But you don't know anything How long is
The biscuit man said he had to blow The cat's in the alleyway, the dogs don't go You look and then you smile, it's all a joke You get to see the fire, I can see the smoke But you don't know anything How long is
[Mr. Pookie]
Everyday tight flossin', top villian, I'm livin'
Time to get up on tha paper and collect from tha women
Slightly pimpin is tha game that I chose, I keeps it real
Went to ballin' came wit time, I suppose, you know tha deal
Bring my drink so I can chill, and pass me my weed
Big Ballin' wit my crooks while I'm bouncin on D's
I got tha trees, if need, you playaz smokin or what?
O.K. pull up at tha station, I got tha cake in tha trunk
Rockin' Rollin' Ocean Lyrics
Written by Theda Roush Recorded by Hank Snow Ev’ry day I listen to the surging tide, And I always wonder why the sea’s so wide; Miles of salty water, endless skies above, Stretch out far between me and the o
Written by Theda Roush Recorded by Hank Snow Ev’ry day I listen to the surging tide, And I always wonder why the sea’s so wide; Miles of salty water, endless skies above, Stretch out far between me and the o
[Juiell]
We got tha blunts and tha Indo 2
Smokin til my lungs turn blue,come on
Come on, now playa whatcha wanna do?
Ballin wit half of my crew, come on
[Mr. Pookie]
Let's throw a party fool, fuck it a Barbeque
Invite tha ballaz, tha pimps, playaz and hustlaz 2
Got many hoes to chose, so chose em wisely
And jam tha Isleys, how they respond it wont surprise me
Chorus: Juiell (x2)
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Move me Lyrics
I put my hands in the fire, But I can't feel the flame, Prism branding twisted night, Fire reflecting a torchlight A torchlight I walk on ice, Always sliding, But it's dry, Bone dry, Skating the
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Everyday top flosser, you need a pound jus hollaI put my hands in the fire, But I can't feel the flame, Prism branding twisted night, Fire reflecting a torchlight A torchlight I walk on ice, Always sliding, But it's dry, Bone dry, Skating the
[Mr. Lucci]
Breakin bitches off wit my candy low reclinin'
Workin wood Ville flossin off tha pinky diamond
Choppin up tha scene when I'm in tha bladed Lexus
Knockin niggaz jaws wit TV's and headrests
Playin 64's, mobbin on Lorenzo's
Lettin these playaz feel when I crawl on Vogue's
And keep tha baddest hoes, jockin crooked medallion
5'6 stallion, she black and Italian
I'm blowin all
Routine Lyrics
grinding your fingers down the skin on your back wears thin dust clouds billow at your feet you're gonna get lost unless you stop that head spin now i lay me down nothing tastes so sweet Routine i ca
tha cake, I'm sippin all while straightgrinding your fingers down the skin on your back wears thin dust clouds billow at your feet you're gonna get lost unless you stop that head spin now i lay me down nothing tastes so sweet Routine i ca
I'm travelin to tha pelican state, in new 99 escalade
I'm makin these boppers hate, cause crooks be breakin rules
I'm dinin on shrimp and steaks, I'm shinin on lakes and pools
I'm actin a fuckin fool, bangin my signs slow
Screwed out hittin hard, in drop top vinyl volvo
My click jus ball hoe, we crooks aint gon eva change
Destructed by Mary Jane, while fuckin this rappin' game
Chorus [x2]