Here Come Pokey Lyrics

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