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Best of Big Pokey, Pt. 1-2 (Big Pokey) · Pokey in the Bobo (Baby Snufkin) · Circle Dance: The Hokey Pokey Charity Compilation (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Do the Hokey Pokey: Learning with Action Songs (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Hokey Pokey (Richard Thompson) · Hokey Pokey (Richard Thompson) · Hokey Pokey [Bonus Tracks] (Richard Thompson) · Hokey Pokey Rock (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Hokey Pokey (Richard Thompson) · Hokey Pokey (Linda Thompson) – and 90 other albums »


Big shiny jet plane in the sky 
Please drop us off as we go by 
We're an American band
And everything is rockin' out of control 
When we hit
O'er grassy dale, and lowland scene
Come see, come hear, the English Scheme.
The lower-class, want brass, bad chests, scrounge fags.
The clever
[Big Pokey]
You're trippin' me out, sho' nuff
When you stroll up, you make niggas fold up
Hold up, I been peepin' your ways
Plus the pedal
Feel this, uh what
Come on, uh...

[Big Pokey]
I can't lie, you the one for me
I'm your roof when it rain, be up under me
I'm the one that you
comin through with the hits
Gettin love from the ladies while my crew in the triz
And this goes out to the players, thugs, hustlers and pimps
(we run
(Chorus)
I don't want to go to county jail no more more more
Its a big fat policeman at my door door door
He'll snatch you by yo collar make you pay
the Haitians
Ya naw'mean

Word up
I just want to big up everybody for supporting A Tribe Called Quest
Through the years
This be the fourth LP, you know what I'm
I get mad wicked, (fuck around) and catch a bad one by the funker 
I puff the mad spliffs and roll blunts with Archie Bunker 
Cause my brain is
to solo
Ima come through cause my grass startin to grow
(Big Moe)
Out tha backdoor, that nigga named Pokey
Ima comin out the Southside representin tha Three
My Big Hands (Fall Through the Cracks)
Well it ain't my fault
My fault that things gone wrong
And it ain't my fault,

Some things are sticking
nigga
Put me on my feet since a lil' nigga
Let my dawg drink too much huh
Might be gone, but he still wit' me
Bun B my G, my OG
RIP Big Pokey (Smoke
my girl
There's nothin' like her in this whole wide world
Yeah yeah

Night bloomin' jasmine
It comes a-creepin' through my window
Night bloomin'
bloodstream
Your whole being, comes from greatness, d'you remember
Shatan got you caught in the storms of December
And brothers on the block packing nines
bloodstream
Your whole being, comes from greatness, d'you remember
Satan got you caught in the storms of December
And brothers on the block packing nines
the hood, nigga distributing packs

[Big Pokey]
My guns go off, when my fists is hard
Mobbed up 'cause nigga pistols'll scar
You got your knife on you,
the hood, nigga distributing packs

[Big Pokey]
My guns go off, when my fists is hard
Mobbed up 'cause nigga pistols'll scar
You got your knife on you,
the hood, nigga distributing packs

[Big Pokey]
My guns go off, when my fists is hard
Mobbed up 'cause nigga pistols'll scar
You got your knife on you,
the hood, nigga distributing packs

[Big Pokey]
My guns go off, when my fists is hard
Mobbed up 'cause nigga pistols'll scar
You got your knife on you,
bloodstream
Your whole being, comes from greatness, d'you remember
Shatan got you caught in the storms of December
And brothers on the block packing nines
(ho ho ho) with a bunch of big snowballs
To heck with ole Santa Claus

This year I'll build a big fire by the fireplace
I'll be like a little pig I
At 6 o five the guards go on break for milk and banannas
Six thirty guards come back from break and back on with the cameras
So that gives us twenty five
(ho ho ho) with a bunch of big snowballs
To heck with ole Santa Claus

This year I'll build a big fire by the fireplace
I'll be like a little pig I
She'd be swinging down the street 

You could tell she was ready 
By the look in her eye 
As she slipped in through the crowd 
She walked with grace
to myself.
Tip toe too
Tip toe around the house

Come, Come on in
It's not, it's not like that
Down, down we go
Fall through, fall through the cracks.
on the floor

But baby I gotta get through
Crumb by crumb in this big black forest
Maybe in you I'll believe 
Maybe I'll believe in you

Suddenly I'm not