Comin Hard
Mr Pookie Lyrics
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Now uh, which way he came, left or right, you can squash that
I came from all directions playa, can you top that?
I got em waitin Mr. Rippla, how you droppin it?
See, I'ma drop it wit a CD full of major hits
I got tha switch when its click, I'm in tha zone fool
And plus you know that I'm gon rip it fo tha song through
It's time to shine, time to polish off my game right
Wit combinations that can spark up in a blaze fire
I'm gettin paid while you bustas goin haywire
So wha you say now? I brought tha ruckus
Testin tha bustas, got sumthin to say but no they love us
Indeed, I bring tha trees when its time to choke
Ready to beat up on tha foes at tha end of tha show
This time you know, my crooks stay on top of they game
And when you least expect it thea's anotha hook to tha brain
Chorus(Juiell)
Balla, if you a balla tell em how you comin hard
Hustla, if you a hustla, baby hustle like a superstar
Playa, cause we some playaz and you know jus who we are
Crooksta, if you a crook tell em how ya comin hard
(Mr. Pookie)
Right back at cha, awww hell naw I wont ease up
Dont got me krunk now, picture me wit cheese stuffed
In my pockets, I bout to get it on a paper rage
Gotta make my paper change, increase my paper weight
Set tha stage, aint got no killaz on tha payroll
Only my crook playaz wit me from tha get go
Let it be known I'm from Dallas, that's in Texas
Bring it on, as if you think you can outflex us
Betta bring yo best, cause I'm runnin round these fools
I been waitin for this very day, straight up clownin fools
I'll face him, who, you, wha, that's to all my foes
See we gunnin when we runnin playa, knockin down closed doors
And uh, down to strike a pose when I finish rippin on these figgaz
Makin sure my presence felt, boy I been bound to come up wit cha
It's tha Mr. comin hard on em, bring tha track, I'ma bomb on em
Kevin A put tha guard on em, I'ma bout to storm on em
Chorus
(Mr. Pookie)
Now you see in a change of clothes, still creased down
Got my ice on my fingers and struttin hard through tha town
And I cant forget my crown, flip tha brim like a pimp
Slide my fingers across, that's to make sure of tha fit
Got tha ladies checkin this and my hair whipped up
And a sack in my pocket, French connection in tha cut
Valley ruff on tha mic, when I'm chillin like this
That's when I'm ballin wit my crooks feelin tipsy and shit
I'm comin dizzy wit hits, and cant nobody fade tha G's
I'm as witable, hitable no he strappin on these 3's
You can try, you wont succeed, I'm to playa like, playboy
I know some tru cats that'll whoop you and yo homeboys
Me and Pookie solo johnson in tha old school
clubbin wit no rules, peepin tha foes 2
Eatin some soul food and now we choosin
It's Mr. Pookie neighborhood watchin, crooks is movin
Chorus
In the song "Comin Hard," Mr. Pookie lays down his lyrical prowess with quick-witted lines and aggressive delivery. Throughout the song, Mr. Pookie declares his dominance over other rappers, boasting about his ability to come from any direction and drop major hits. He also calls out his haters and competitors, daring them to test him and his crew of "crooks." With references to Roy Jones Jr. and "knocking down closed doors," it's clear that Mr. Pookie is not only confident but also determined to succeed.
The chorus serves as a rallying cry for ballers, hustlers, players, and crooks alike. It's an anthem for those who work hard and flaunt their success, regardless of societal norms or legalities. Mr. Pookie's verses echo this sentiment, as he brags about his money, ice, and clothes, while also acknowledging the talents of his fellow crooks.
Overall, "Comin Hard" is a song that celebrates bravado and resilience. It's a reminder that success comes to those who are unafraid to take risks, stand tall, and come hard.
Line by Line Meaning
Now uh, which way he came, left or right, you can squash that
Don't worry about which direction I came from, because I came from all directions
I got em waitin Mr. Rippla, how you droppin it?
My fans are waiting for my new music, how am I going to release it?
See, I'ma drop it wit a CD full of major hits
I'm going to release a CD with many popular songs on it
I got tha switch when its click, I'm in tha zone fool
When I turn on my flow, I'm unstoppable
And plus you know that I'm gon rip it fo tha song through
I'm going to give my all for every song I make
It's time to shine, time to polish off my game right
I need to perfect my skills and make my mark now
Krunk like its game night or a Roy Jones title fight
I'm ready to get hyped up like it's a championship boxing match
Wit combinations that can spark up in a blaze fire
I have a variety of flows that ignite energy
I'm gettin paid while you bustas goin haywire
I'm making money while my haters are stressing out and losing control
Balla, if you a balla tell em how you comin hard
If you're successful, let everyone know how you're dominating
Hustla, if you a hustla, baby hustle like a superstar
If you're a hard worker, then work harder than anyone else
Playa, cause we some playaz and you know jus who we are
We're players and everyone knows it
Crooksta, if you a crook tell em how ya comin hard
If you're a criminal, don't be shy about how you're living your life
Right back at cha, awww hell naw I wont ease up
I'm not backing down, I'm staying just as strong
Dont got me krunk now, picture me wit cheese stuffed
Don't get me too excited, I might end up with a lot of money
In my pockets, I bout to get it on a paper rage
I'm about to earn a lot of money and become wealthier
Only my crook playaz wit me from tha get go
I only roll with my criminal friends who've been with me from the start
Bring it on, as if you think you can outflex us
If you want a challenge, try to outdo us
I been waitin for this very day, straight up clownin fools
I've been waiting for this opportunity to show off and make fun of my enemies
It's tha Mr. comin hard on em, bring tha track, I'ma bomb on em
I'm the one dominating, bring me the beat and I'm going to kill it
Now you see in a change of clothes, still creased down
Even though I'm wearing different clothes, they're still ironed
Got my ice on my fingers and struttin hard through tha town
I'm showing off my jewelry and confidently walking around
That's when I'm ballin wit my crooks feelin tipsy and shit
I'm partying with my criminal friends and feeling good
I'm comin dizzy wit hits, and cant nobody fade tha G's
My music is making people feel high and no one can compete with us
Eatin some soul food and now we choosin
We're enjoying some southern food and making choices about our lives
It's Mr. Pookie neighborhood watchin, crooks is movin
I'm keeping an eye out for trouble in my neighborhood and my criminal friends are active
Contributed by Carter E. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
RaShad MOSS
MAN THAT MY SHIT!!!!! GOTA BE 35+ TOO UNDERSTAND
THOMAS ROWE
Lucci beats plus rapping skills π―
Bob the builder
ZΕΊ
M H
classic album
ICE WATA
Shit still bang in 2015. I fucks wit pookie
savage gang
This dat funk I'm fucks wit mr pookie π―π―
dumplings allbymyself
Still Listening in 2018!
poppynokc1977
Tightest beat I've heard ever that was independent.
marcus mcdonald
Thank you leave somebody in the heart of knowledge a good artist yeah this your boy haha LOL 3 for Action baby
acejasso1986
After u hear dis shyt, you say "lil Wayne who?, two chains what?" Shytin on dem studio Gz!!! 214 East Dallas, Pleasent grove all day!