Mr. Pookie (born Bryan Jones on March 27, 1978) is an American rapper from… Read Full Bio ↴Mr. Pookie (born Bryan Jones on March 27, 1978) is an American rapper from the north side of the Dallas-Fort Worth Metroplex area. He is most notable for having the biggest-selling (according to Soundscan) independent rap album from Dallas thus far, 1999’s Tha Rippla. Mr. Pookie records both individually and with his rap partner Mr. Lucci, with whom he also co-owns both their labels, Crawl 2 Ball Records, which is now Stoney Crook Records and the music publishing company/ production house Stoney Crook Music. Jones attended L.V. Berkner High School, where he was later kicked out at 11th grade in Richardson, Texas.
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
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
Visions Of A Silent One
Mr. Pookie Lyrics
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[Mr. Pookie]
Comin up tha muthafuckin block, its tha Undertaker
Jus throw yo hands in tha air, don't move a muscle I won't hesitate ta
Jus let you have it wit a few thangz
No need for runnin and duckin cause wit this missile pack,I'm takin aim
Now all these methods, need to finish him
I took my sack out my pocket and smoked a blunt as I diminished him
Intoxicated, rule number 1 Pookie jus can't be faded
High off that dosha, I don told ya I was bound to make it
Niggaz smoke, forget that drama I be tellin ya
Cause me and my crooks stay on cloud 9 on tha regular
And sense we crooks, jus some killaz we motivate to get cha
Pull out that knife and slit yo throat and watch yo body shiver
Jus will peel ya, hollow points is hittin quicker
Standin ova yo body and watchin that blood spilla
Say hoe, jus have a seat and listen thea to tha beat
As tha words come out my mouth and grab hard by yo feet
Penetratin to yo nerves, sendin signals to yo brain
As I post up on tha curve, do you forget I'm tha blame?
Wit tha finastatic, lift up my shirt to pistol I will grab it
Killin folks and smokin blunts, I'm lettin these niggaz have it
Chorus[x2]
Visions of a Silent One, loadin up an extra clip
Foes out to get me but these rounds will spill up out my clip
Trip and watch me throw some shit at yo head
No clear description of this face leavin coppers mislead
Now look into tha eyes of a muthafuckin crook (Whatcha see?)
Jus a crip azz nigga high as he can be
Wit them 3 mo crooks, in otha words, my motives
Be comin hard, I told ya, and spittin shit so potent
And toastin to heavy burdens, nigga I'm on my own
Gauge inside yo dome to solve tha problem at home
It's on, now tha pressure's on my back wit a tree
Damn I gotta hit a lick (Naw you need to hit that weed)
Stressin me is a baby momma gripin and cryin
Man I hope she ain't lyin about this baby bein mine
And times is changin, you betta peep tha world around you
Comin up I'm bound to a Southside clown fool
Mr. Pookie, Mr. Muffit, K-Roc and see-Pone
Rippin beats we see on
Smokin killa til we gon
Loan me them pistols so I can make a dismissal, what
won't need to dis you, leave you shitty like some tissue
Bitch you anotha havoc, cause boy I ain't gon have it
My Visions of a Silent One release tha automatic
Let you have it wit tha gauge, buckshots come from every way
Got em lost in tha maze betta yet I see you dazed
Be amazed by tha power I possess, that I stress
Turn tha S to a P on yo muthafuckin chest
It's best you keep yo distance cause nigga I jus won't listen
Come on in my dimension and let's get into some killin
Chorus [x2]
(Pookie please jus let me live, man)
Bitch would you let me live?
(Huh?)
That's wha I thought
(Gun shot)
Surprise nigga I hit that scene when you think I wouldn't
Talkin shit to my niggaz now boy you really shouldn't
Cause tha pack in tha back of me they really killaz
Cut you up, body show nuthin but yo body shiver
Flossin that bitch that you wit and really shit to me
Cause I don already fucked that hoe
But you can't tell and you can't see
How a pimp that be me, be actin quiet and calm
Be quick to snatch yo bitch and leavin that hoochie body numb
Tha fun of her, lickin my back and my azz
Told me to lick up on her, but hoe now I think I'll pass
I'd rather smoke on a blunt I get so high I get tweeted
I try to stop smokin so much, K-Roc keepin me weeded
Jus back on off of me though don't won't no mo or no static
I'd rather reach for my gun, bust a pump, let some punk nigga have it
This nigga don't know where I'm from homeboy you betta take a look
Because I'm out of clean and dirty, 13030 Stoneycrook
Chorus [x2]
Comin up tha muthafuckin block, its tha Undertaker
Jus throw yo hands in tha air, don't move a muscle I won't hesitate ta
Jus let you have it wit a few thangz
No need for runnin and duckin cause wit this missile pack,I'm takin aim
Now all these methods, need to finish him
I took my sack out my pocket and smoked a blunt as I diminished him
Intoxicated, rule number 1 Pookie jus can't be faded
Niggaz smoke, forget that drama I be tellin ya
Cause me and my crooks stay on cloud 9 on tha regular
And sense we crooks, jus some killaz we motivate to get cha
Pull out that knife and slit yo throat and watch yo body shiver
Jus will peel ya, hollow points is hittin quicker
Standin ova yo body and watchin that blood spilla
Say hoe, jus have a seat and listen thea to tha beat
As tha words come out my mouth and grab hard by yo feet
Penetratin to yo nerves, sendin signals to yo brain
As I post up on tha curve, do you forget I'm tha blame?
Wit tha finastatic, lift up my shirt to pistol I will grab it
Killin folks and smokin blunts, I'm lettin these niggaz have it
Chorus[x2]
Visions of a Silent One, loadin up an extra clip
Foes out to get me but these rounds will spill up out my clip
Trip and watch me throw some shit at yo head
No clear description of this face leavin coppers mislead
Now look into tha eyes of a muthafuckin crook (Whatcha see?)
Jus a crip azz nigga high as he can be
Wit them 3 mo crooks, in otha words, my motives
Be comin hard, I told ya, and spittin shit so potent
And toastin to heavy burdens, nigga I'm on my own
Gauge inside yo dome to solve tha problem at home
It's on, now tha pressure's on my back wit a tree
Damn I gotta hit a lick (Naw you need to hit that weed)
Stressin me is a baby momma gripin and cryin
Man I hope she ain't lyin about this baby bein mine
And times is changin, you betta peep tha world around you
Comin up I'm bound to a Southside clown fool
Mr. Pookie, Mr. Muffit, K-Roc and see-Pone
Rippin beats we see on
Smokin killa til we gon
Loan me them pistols so I can make a dismissal, what
won't need to dis you, leave you shitty like some tissue
Bitch you anotha havoc, cause boy I ain't gon have it
My Visions of a Silent One release tha automatic
Let you have it wit tha gauge, buckshots come from every way
Got em lost in tha maze betta yet I see you dazed
Be amazed by tha power I possess, that I stress
Turn tha S to a P on yo muthafuckin chest
It's best you keep yo distance cause nigga I jus won't listen
Come on in my dimension and let's get into some killin
Chorus [x2]
(Pookie please jus let me live, man)
Bitch would you let me live?
(Huh?)
That's wha I thought
(Gun shot)
Surprise nigga I hit that scene when you think I wouldn't
Talkin shit to my niggaz now boy you really shouldn't
Cause tha pack in tha back of me they really killaz
Cut you up, body show nuthin but yo body shiver
Flossin that bitch that you wit and really shit to me
Cause I don already fucked that hoe
But you can't tell and you can't see
How a pimp that be me, be actin quiet and calm
Be quick to snatch yo bitch and leavin that hoochie body numb
Tha fun of her, lickin my back and my azz
Told me to lick up on her, but hoe now I think I'll pass
I'd rather smoke on a blunt I get so high I get tweeted
I try to stop smokin so much, K-Roc keepin me weeded
Jus back on off of me though don't won't no mo or no static
I'd rather reach for my gun, bust a pump, let some punk nigga have it
This nigga don't know where I'm from homeboy you betta take a look
Because I'm out of clean and dirty, 13030 Stoneycrook
Chorus [x2]
The lyrics to Mr. Pookie's song Visions Of A Silent One depict the realities of gang violence and the rough street life through the perspective of Mr. Pookie. The song begins with Mr. Pookie introducing himself as the Undertaker, someone not to be messed with. He goes on to talk about his use of drugs and how his state of intoxication is no hindrance to him as he seeks to exact revenge on anyone who crosses him. Throughout the song, there are themes of violence, drug use, and promiscuity. Mr. Pookie's vision of a silent one represents his desire to seek revenge and take down his enemies without drawing much attention to himself.
The chorus "Visions of a Silent One, loading up an extra clip, foes out to get me but these rounds will spill up out my clip, trip and watch me throw some shit at yo head, no clear description of this face leaving coppers mislead" reveals his state of constant paranoia and the fear of being attacked by his enemies. He talks about the need to stay alert, always keeping extra rounds in his clip and other weapons close by. Despite the song's dark and violent themes, it showcases the realities of rap artists and their struggles growing up in rough neighborhoods, their vices and their aspirations to succeed.
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@alexcortez6089
Bought this album at the Pleasant Grove Bazaar in 2001 and brought it back to Spring Branch TX / San Antonio and changed the scene!! 💨💨
@heathersimpson2701
I feel you my G. I actually got to see them perform in 06 when I was hoopin at north texas. They recked that hoe in the student center.
@apluscomfortairheating3128
Fire 🔥 still 20+ years later! The rest of the country didn't know about these StonyCrook dudes!
@infamousskull7483
Still bumping MR POOKIE 2023 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥👽💨💨💨💨💨💨💨
@jacobhilliard9779
2021 still pushing this one through the speakers.
@lifeofninaandkay6386
Still gone bump mr. pookie in 2021
@nolan3914
2020 and I’m just hearing this? Shit goes hard!
@johnbeckham8476
This shits been bumpn for a while now!!
@nolan3914
@John Beckham I bought the album. I’m from New Orleans so it’s new to me. Love it.
@dicetv1411
music will never be the same!!!