The mookster, the mookster, everybody luvs the mookster, she pretty she fly, she knows all the cute guys, she looks funny when she crys.
Why is every one askn who I am?
You don't know betta ask around?
I'm never slippn' never trippn' never messn' up.
When you see me on the street juss say wasup?
You act like me talk like me but guess wha you ain't me never gonna be me.
Don't ask why you know, when you see you see me in the drop top or the E-lade don be A-fraid juss don act like me and say hey to my pops Timmy don't ask if you can ride wimme juss seen' me u'll be enough.
Don't piss me off or do summ thin stupid ta make you call ur bluff.
I aint tha chick that takes a lot of shit.
You betta watch out for me... Don't holla at me... When your ridn' your bikey say hey to my brother Mikey 'cause he's rockn' to da beat kinda off but never stoppn', hoppn' hope ya like his shi.... 'cause he'll mess ur's up don't mess wit da H-O-O-D-S
The mookester the mookster everyone loves the mookster
Now I'm threw messn' wit you don't call
Try ta ball wit me or sport Reeboks wit me.
Can't nobody compare wit me now ya see ya juss a D. A not District Attorny the otha one you trip.
Don ask, try ta pass
Go fast 'cause i'll slow ya down
Make ya frown now ya don't wanna see what's gon' down
So get the hell on and make and make yo ass get the scrub on.
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