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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 »


Don't you sing to the boys in blue
Or you won't get no more Hokey Pokey
By the time we're through with you
By the time we're through with you

Fellas
you sing to the boys in blue?
Oh, you won't get no more Hokey Pokey
By the time we're through with you
By the time we're through with you"

Fellows
to the boys in blue
Or you won't get no more Hokey Pokey
By the time we're through with you
By the time we're through with you

Fellas in the alley all
floor) 
Now walk it out (now walk it out)
Ey do the hokey pokey baby turn it up
Damn! you do your thang in them jeans
Honk get out a loobie save some for
It's some elemental mystery
Train that we can't catch
But our heads are in the oven
And somebody's 'bout to strike a match

Meanwhile back on our
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
n****z stay up escape
Bos, Big V, Pokey, Mann, Mama 'cause we freakin' man
N**** just waitin' for the champagne
And 'cause that's me
(What ya gonna do
[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
thank you and alladat
Played the hell out of the Nubians -- the shit was fat
So now we're in Lafayette, Louisiana
Bought a three eighty from some little
Big Punisher, Punisher 
 We on some s*** 
 Thugs ? 
 Yo, I got no license, two cars but hey 
 Yo a GS grey, and a CLK 
 Never, ? so it can lead my
other other little Gs
Don't make enemies with me

Now, we're in '94, Niggas get bust through the do'
Cup? in a flash sittin on that ass (And rarely
niggas.
Khujo, Gipp, all of them nigga.
I'm doing this shit here, we ride this bitch here.
I want to see them hoes ride nigga.
Pokey in this here nigga
a motherfucker,
With the ganstass nicknames,
Killin' Boy, Pokey, Big Joe, Go-Deal, Lil Lane,
True muthafuckin' mack daddies,
bitch on the side, drivin' the '73
On a Sunday night I might bang me some babes
[Paul Wall talking]
Swisha House, Big Pokey and Paul Wall baby
[Paul Wall]
It's the people's champ, I'm
Yeah, breathe in, breathe out
If ya iced up, pull ya sleeves out
Push a big truck, pull ya keys out
Girls go wild and pull ya d's out
Breathe in,
Only you, can make it happen
For me, we'll see if we'll be
Only you, can make it happen
For me, we'll see if we'll be, only you

[Big Pokey
mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin'' players
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got
like Mars, when I spit these bars
Come fuck with these stars up in luxury cars
We built them radars to stay free from the cops
Crucial choices
like Mars, when I spit these bars
Come fuck with these stars up in luxury cars
We built them radars to stay free from the cops
Crucial choices
On a Sunday night I might bang me some babes
[Paul Wall talking]
Swisha House, Big Pokey and Paul Wall baby
[Paul Wall]
It's the people's champ, I'm
carry myself hold myself down in fact
This one dedicated to my niggas on run
Holdin big gats go for your gun
Prepare to crush them we trust none
Man
mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin'' players
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got
She's trying to find the pieces
To put it back together
Chained to late nights
A-huh, take aways, and caffiene
In a pokey little room there
Girl, I can't understand you
You're like reading a big fat book in Hebrew
I can tell by the way you drool
You don't mean to be cruel
Oh baby
[Talking] B.G. 
Uh-huh I'm bout my feddi by all means 

Verse: 1 
Look here I be on a paper chase I'm all about my cheddar 
I ain't touching