Here Come Pokey
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
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
Credits
Writer(s): Omar Cunningham, Christopher Mabry, Wardell Brown
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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