Mr. Pookie recorded in 1998 on Tha Rockla, the only solo release by K-Roc, on Icon Recordings (later Iconic) out of Dallas. Hailing from North Dallas, the two paired along with a crew dubbed Stoney Crook – named for the rough-and-tumble Stoney Brook apartment complex off North Audelia Road where the crew lived and rapped together. Featured on such local underground hits as "Hittin’ Hard" and "Unfu*kwitable", Mr. Pookie became a standout in the burgeoning Texas rap music scene.
In late 1999, Mr. Pookie released his own solo album, Tha Rippla, the Dirty South rap classic CD featuring guest appearances by K-Roc, Remontis (later renamed Mr. Montis), C-Pone, Chuck/Juwell, Solo, plus a then unknown 15-year-old rap prodigy named Mr. Lucci. The album, fueled by hits such as “Crook 4 Life”, and the popular underground pro-marijuana hit “Smoke One” -- went on to sell over 90,000 copies of its regular and chopped-and-screwed versions combined, and is considered an Essential Album on both Allmusic and Amazon.com.
The next year, Jones returned the favor to his young protégé Mr. Lucci by making several key appearances on Lucci’s solo debut, Diabolical.
The Iconic recordings exclusively featured the production of its owner Kevin A., Mr. Pookie & Mr. Lucci were originally affiliated with Iconic Recordings, but left to form their own label Crawl 2 Ball a short time later, after a bitter, protracted dispute with the label owner over non-payment of royalties. In 2003, the duo Mr. Pookie & Mr. Lucci independently released both the regular double-disc and the chopped & screwed single-disc versions of My Life (which peaked at #59 on Billboard R&B/Hip-Hop Album Charts in April 2004), selling the CDs hand-to-hand, out of the trunks of their cars and hand-delivering them personally to small mom-and-pop record stores in Texas, Louisiana, Arkansas and beyond, and moving over 40,000 units by themselves and local distribution. Mr. Pookie, along with Mr. Lucci, also collaborated with Paul Wall in 2004 on “What Cha Gon’ Do”, a track on Wall’s last independent solo album, Chick Magnet. Pookie also appeared on several popular local and regional mixtape CDs, including an underground homemade Best Of Mr. Pookie CD/DVD combination in 2005.
His January 2006 label debut Return Of Tha Rippla, on Crawl 2 Ball / Boss Entertainment distributed by Fontana Distribution / Universal Music Group, has already produced a lead single, “Don’t Test Us” (featuring Mr. Lucci & Mr. Montis), which has charted on 3 Billboard charts, peaking at #6 on the R&B/Hip-Hop Singles Sales chart and #19 on the Hot 100 Singles Sales chart.
As of August 2009, none of their albums can be found in store
Crook Playa
Mr. Pookie Lyrics
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Introducin mr. lucci, tha wig split loco
Unfuckwitable crook have yo whole gang in a choke hold
I run wit 4 niggaz that's so cold and I'm known for gettin dirty
I smack niggaz for 30-30's, dispersin slugs in a hurry
Can't let no nigga disturb me or interrupt me when I'm on my mission
Watchin these niggaz scurry from choppers wit clip extentions
All hataz be flinchin when I appear in they dimension
Jus ain't a normal nigga, I be that diabolical figure
Straight weeded left all dead, they braided up lookin slicker
Crooked scissorhands and tha rippla got my back down 4 whateva
I'm a 16, smokin clever, 155 a devil
Aka tha crooked rebel wit a neck full of gold and ice pebbles
All my stoneycrook brothaz stay flossed out to tha top level
Mr. lucci neva settle wit punk boyz on hate shit
Whoopin niggaz azz, quick and fast like an agent on matrix
Chorus
Who dat blowin big killa in tha back of tha club
Who dat choosin real women while deletin tha scrubs
Who dat rollin up tha cake, who's a crook in tha place
Who dem ipsy tipsy playaz from tha lone star state
We tha cats you dunno takin ova thangz
We tha cats who don pulled akickdoe on tha game
We tha ones wit tha guns, we tha crew wit tha juice
We dem crook typed playaz boy don't let us get loose
[mr. pookie]
Open yo eyes wide playa, take notice of me
Ain't no quittin while I'm rippin, no intentions to flee
Got my calvary posted now tell me, wha y'all wanna do?
Got no time for ya boastin ya think ya bad wit yo crew
Now who's tha victim left to breath on tha mic
He can't handle me really so now he agged and wanna fight
I'm tha hype of tha party, tha ammo and a clip
Take a breather 4 I leave ya face down where you sit
And tha competition, oh they get flattin by bows
Cause we ain't bowin down, busta think he bad cause he older
I'ma show ya, time to pick tha place up in tha check and shit
And if you ain't no dallas sho nuff to be reckoned wit
Pick a betta click wit a mass of foes ( and wha? )
Let tha record show how we surpass em though
Now wha you maskin 4?
Who it is? it's tha rippla turnin heads when I enter
Tha pookie wit tha mista
Chorus
[mr. pookie]
Now we got em lookin got em all up in our grill
We can't stop we 2 crooked, so it's like pass me tha kill
On tha real, I'm chillin, so they betta make way
Got lucci spittin some venom, why these bustaz wanna hate?
So say wha you say and we gon do wha we do
Continue to drop platinum azz hitz by tha crew
I'm used to bein smokin on a regular basis
Refuse to be, sellin dope and catchin these cases
I choose to be, tight up on my game like a pro
Smashin on these hoes, and makin tha big doe
Behold, mr. pookie slash rippla jones
I been livin like a crook since tha day I was born
On my own homie, I spit tha game how I feel
Its time to let em all know it's about to get real
Tha deal is playa, keep yo hands off, watch that damn talk
And proceed to leave so please walk
Chorus
The lyrics of "Crook Playa" by Mr. Pookie and Mr. Lucci are a boastful declaration of their criminal and street credentials. The first verse by Mr. Lucci describes him as a fearless gangster with a crew of equally cold-blooded criminals. He boasts about assaulting people with guns and has no patience for anyone who interrupts his mission. He even revels in the fear he instills in his enemies as they try to run away from him. In the chorus and Mr. Pookie's verses, the focus shifts to their dominance over their rivals in the hip-hop game. They challenge the competition to step up and try to match their skills and braggadocio, warning them not to mess with them.
Overall, the song portrays a gritty and violent lifestyle and glorifies criminality, which is a common theme in gangsta rap music. While some may find this type of content offensive or problematic, it can also be seen as a way for people who have grown up in poverty and marginalized communities to express their frustrations and assert their power in a society that has often treated them as outcasts.
Line by Line Meaning
Introducin mr. lucci, tha wig split loco
Allow me to introduce Mr. Lucci, an uncontrollable force in the game
Unfuckwitable crook have yo whole gang in a choke hold
I am an unbeatable criminal who has your entire gang under my control
I run wit 4 niggaz that's so cold and I'm known for gettin dirty
I run with a group of hardened criminals and I am known for doing whatever it takes to succeed
I smack niggaz for 30-30's, dispersin slugs in a hurry
I am ruthless and will quickly shoot anyone who stands in my way
Can't let no nigga disturb me or interrupt me when I'm on my mission
No one can distract or stop me when I am on a mission
Watchin these niggaz scurry from choppers wit clip extentions
I watch my enemies run in fear as I fire rounds from extended clip guns
All hataz be flinchin when I appear in they dimension
All my enemies shake with fear when they see me coming
Strivin on bad intentions puttin niggaz life up on suspension
I am driven by malicious intent and put people's lives on hold as I pursue my goals
Jus ain't a normal nigga, I be that diabolical figure
I am not a normal person, but rather a twisted individual with evil intentions
Straight weeded left all dead, they braided up lookin slicker
I have killed many people and left them looking more neat and clean than when they were alive
Crooked scissorhands and tha rippla got my back down 4 whateva
I have loyal accomplices who will do anything to help me succeed in my criminal endeavors
I'm a 16, smokin clever, 155 a devil
I am a young criminal smoking marijuana and causing chaos wherever I go
Aka tha crooked rebel wit a neck full of gold and ice pebbles
I am a rebellious criminal with a lot of expensive jewelry
All my stoneycrook brothaz stay flossed out to tha top level
All of my criminal associates are dressed in flashy, expensive clothes
Mr. lucci neva settle wit punk boyz on hate shit
Mr. Lucci never backs down from punks who try to start trouble
Whoopin niggaz azz, quick and fast like an agent on matrix
We are skilled at beating people up quickly and fiercely, like a character in The Matrix
Open yo eyes wide playa, take notice of me
Pay attention to me and be aware of who I am
Ain't no quittin while I'm rippin, no intentions to flee
I will not back down or run away when I am in the middle of something
Got my calvary posted now tell me, wha y'all wanna do?
I have my crew ready to fight, so what do you want to do?
Got no time for ya boastin ya think ya bad wit yo crew
I don't have time for your bragging about how tough you and your crew are
On tha real, I'm chillin, so they betta make way
I am calm and relaxed, but others should still steer clear
Got lucci spittin some venom, why these bustaz wanna hate?
Mr. Lucci is insulting and provoking our enemies, but we don't understand why they still hate us
So say wha you say and we gon do wha we do
You can say whatever you want, but we will continue doing what we're doing
Refuse to be, sellin dope and catchin these cases
I refuse to keep selling drugs and getting arrested
I choose to be, tight up on my game like a pro
I choose to focus on my criminal activities and be very skilled at them
Smashin on these hoes, and makin tha big doe
I am having sex with many women and making a lot of money
Now wha you maskin 4?
What are you hiding or pretending to be?
Who it is? it's tha rippla turnin heads when I enter
People notice and stare when I walk into a room
Tha pookie wit tha mista
I am Mr. Pookie with my accomplice, The Mister
Now we got em lookin got em all up in our grill
Our enemies are paying attention to us and getting too close
We can't stop we 2 crooked, so it's like pass me tha kill
We are too deeply involved in our criminal activities to stop now, so we just keep killing our enemies
Got no time for ya boastin ya think ya bad wit yo crew
I don't want to hear about how tough you and your crew are
And proceed to leave so please walk
Get out of our way and leave us alone
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