Texty

Mama, there go that man Sound like a marching band Here come Pokey Here come Pokey Here come Pokey Here come Pokey He got his hands up to the sky With a pimp look in his eye Here come Pokey Here come Pokey Here come Pokey Here come Pokey You ain't never seen nothing like me I'm a son of a gun And I ain't never been number 2 Only number 1 I'm the baddest you done seen Hear what I say So if you didn't know it before You gone learn today I pull up in my Cutlass The ladies scream and shout All I did was wash it And pull my T tops out I just bent the corner Diamonds on my hand Fresh dressed like a million bucks And they saying mama there go that man Mama, there go that man Sound like a marching band Here come Pokey Here come Pokey Here come Pokey Here come Pokey He got his hands up to the sky With a pimp look in his eye Here come Pokey Here come Pokey Here come Pokey Here come Pokey Good got the mighty They looking when I come through Plus I'm dressed too sharp I just might cut you I'm sure of myself You may call it cocky I can do whatever I want Who gone stop me I got a kangol on my head Gators on my feet A pocket full of money I just can't be beat I just bent the corner Diamonds on my hand Fresh dressed like a million bucks And they saying mama there go that man Mama, there go that man Sound like a marching band Here come Pokey Here come Pokey Here come Pokey Here come Pokey He got his hands up to the sky With a pimp look in his eye Here come Pokey Here come Pokey Here come Pokey Here come Pokey Ain't no need to be scared Have no fear If you looking for Superman Yes, I'm here I got money in the bank I got plenty If you wondering what I drank I'm on that Henney I got it by the gallons Bottles in the back If you think you're on my level You done met your match I just bent the corner Diamonds on my hand Fresh dressed like a million bucks They saying mama there go that man Mama, there go that man Sound like a marching band Here come Pokey Here come Pokey Here come Pokey Here come Pokey He got his hands up to the sky With a pimp look in his eye
Writer(s): Wardell Brown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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