French Connection Lyrics - Singles - Mr. Pookie

[mr. pookie] 

Pullin' up at tha club in a 67 'lac 

Wit tha champagne color, drop top, blowin on a sack 

We were rollin like some macs, peepin all foes 

I got to valet, my baby, cause she sittin on some all golds 

Now lucci call those, ladies wit fitness 

So we can handle our business, and let em know, jus how we kick it 

It's time to let em know tha real crooks are on tha scene 

Unkindly to these hoes unless tha finally got some cheese 

Now bring on tha weed, let's float on cloud 30-30 

I said a few lines, she grab my hand, I knew she heard me 

I sat at tha bar afta rollin' up tha cake 

Then they mixed that grand moyea wit that damn kovasea 

French connection and some hay, we were blowin fool 

I cant keep drinkin like this, I gotta hop up in tha old school 

Playin it so cool, and still smokin 

Locin up wit this tight, bright stallion, I had spoken 

Chorus [x2] 

Baby, come and get some 

Mr. pookie, mr. lucci wit tha big guns 

Playaz havin bug fun, now tell me do you want some 

I'm at tha bar laced out on french connection 

Bout it, bout it, baby!!!!! 

[mr. lucci] 

Now once again, this playa stepped in, wit tha first class dressin 

Teachin lessons on impression, toward tha vip section 

Me and pookie steady wreckin, headshots of french connections 

Green depressions, got me in a zone of balla flexin 

Crooked down dallas, texas, stackin g's while I'm plexin 

Stoneycrook niggaz, runnin everythang, don't even test them 

Hopped up and I'm chopped up on tha dance floor, showin mo luv 

Yella bone eyes locked up, when I'm propped up wit my soljaz 

It's so much, green cover for tha primeco phone holder 

See tha don man's and tha golds, bruh 

Crooked pest games wit her shoulda 

And I told her, meet me at tha bar bout 3 

Go gather up some of yo freaks, while I find pookie 

Ja'causezi's and dubbie's, wit new ki's, wha it's gon be 

Green trees and don p, droppin tops through dallas deep 

Coolin out wit my g's, niggaz that you can't tame 

Hoes strikin down crooked p's, hurricane wit a kango 

Chorus [x2] 

[mr. pookie] 

Chillin at tha bar, gettin tipsy off tha drank 

French connection got me feelin like a nigga wanna faint 

Now I'm rollin up tha cake wit my eyes on tha crowd 

Pookie and lucci, blowin like we floatin on a cloud 

Feelin' me now? see, I'm tha chiffer of all chiffers 

Figure it out, now take it slow and catch a breather 

Ya trippin' me out, now throw that booty like it's lethal 

Show tha butt, hold it up, bounce it for tha people 

Yes, I see you in tha back of tha club, takin photos 

I'm finna blow hoe, look round, wassup wit tha dodo 

I want some mo 'fo, I cant get wrapped up in my own world 

Stallion wit long pearls, sexy now it's on gurl 

You wit yo friends and I'm wit a couple 2 

Jus hold onto tha number, we'll see you in a day or 2 

Pissy, tipsy wit my crew steady jiggin for fun 

Now tell tha people to come and get some 

Chorus [x2]