French Connection

[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

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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, dont 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

Jacuzzi'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

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[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 its 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 its 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

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