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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 »


glocks, cause we tote big knots
Methazyne on the rocks till my belly pop
So clean when we shop, my car never stop
Candy gleam off the drop make your girl
D-Wreck tote glocks, cause we tote big knots
Methazyne on the rocks till my belly pop 
So clean when we shop, my car never stop 
Candy gleam off the drop
D-Wreck tote glocks, cause we tote big knots
Methazyne on the rocks till my belly pop 
So clean when we shop, my car never stop 
Candy gleam off the drop
glocks, cause we tote big knots
Methazyne on the rocks till my belly pop
So clean when we shop, my car never stop
Candy gleam off the drop make your girl
D-Wreck tote glocks, cause we tote big knots
Methazyne on the rocks till my belly pop 
So clean when we shop, my car never stop 
Candy gleam off the drop
(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
down the alleyway
Lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coonskin cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
But you only got ten

Maggie comes
the alleyway
Lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coonskin cap,in the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills but you only got ten

Maggie comes fleet foot
Face
down the alleyway
Lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coonskin cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
But you only got ten

Maggie comes
down the alleyway
Lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coonskin cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
But you only got ten

Maggie comes
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
Just Like That

[Violent J]
Jump out of bed and I head for the grapenuts
Eat em quick or they soggy and that sucks
Trying to find a clean pair
Just Like That

[Violent J]
Jump out of bed and I head for the grapenuts
Eat em quick or they soggy and that sucks
Trying to find a clean pair
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
down the alleyway
Lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coonskin cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
But you only got ten

Maggie comes
the king of the car shows

[Master P]
I see it I buy it, you need it I got it
I could transform a car 'til a Halle Berry by demand
Regular wheels, I
friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills you only got ten

Look out, kid
Look out, kid, because it's somethin' that
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills you only got ten

Look out, kid
Look out, kid, because it's somethin' that
jump bail Join the army, if you failed
Look out kid
You're gonna get hit
But losers, cheaters
Six-time users
Hang around the theaters
Girl by
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,
to a man
Never seen in public with an undesirable, 
But they come clean like old reliable

Chorus
Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice
It's late at night and I'm