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Mo B Dick Other

] If you wanna kick it with me tonight I'll take you home (I'll take you home) And baby when I turn off all the lights That thing is on [Mo B. Dick]

that purple, sittin on the block And when I'm loadin up them clips, I listen to 'Pac A semi with me like Eddie Murphy, got mo' guns than F-A, B-O, L-

don't confuse me wit no other by the flow motherfucker Dedicated to all of those with big ego's Never fakin, we get the dough and live legal Haters hate this, we sip the Mo

still doggystylin' on Death Row Got shit locked down Sewed up So If you plan on comin' out nigga hold up. This a stick up dick up They got yo' shit on

We can sell mo fuckin' yell get the scale No other bullet duck or get shoved Inside this game they better buck us Cuz the clucker's they love us Make them class dick

fuckin hoe for every letter in the alphabet Annie and Brenda, Carla and Dee And a whole lot a fiends that used to suck my dick for free [Bun B] Now what

to stop it if ya ain't hoes Wouldn't ya know, this the coldest flow And have them feelin' it all over the world, they see the B-B-Bone Me and my niggaz

lovely got these niggaz offerin they pockets tippin you twenties 'cause you cold with that shit that you do...ya mood shocked me unlike these other hoes

scared of a nigga with this real game What happened to the groupies? Don't point your finger They're all backstage chasin' R and B singers At the other concert, on the other