(feat. Mac) [Mac] What, Mo B. Dick , Mr. Mac. All I Need, check it. From the start you was my heart Cuddle with you in the dark And at night we light
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
left and they thought we was done, Thought they could get rid a? da twist of the tounge, They thought we was finished, but we just beginning, They want
't wanna relationship, I just want me some relations go on and let a nigga poke hoe, and stop shuckin with my patience [Chorus - Bun B sampled] Go on
a hog nigga, need a triple-X bitch down to stick Turn tricks switched the dick There's hips outside and I'm fo' sho' dat And the finest ho she know where mo
boulevard with bricks Hard or soft, raw get flipped, B.I. slash O.G. Know about hoes, broads and strips Hatchback I stuff 'em all with dicks, nasty nigga Whup mo
know (that pimp you know) Make that money when you go (make that money hoe) I just wanna spend yo' dough (spend yo' dough) Give a pimp what I need (what I need
jeans and Gucci's Rockin' a District 81 tee I ain't sayin' I'm a ladies man All I'm sayin' is Nigga I don't want every lady that want me So, do the math
?, police harassment, regular days to us You say door, we say do', you say four, we say fo' You say whore, we say hoe, you want more but we want mo'
diamonds on my finger Playin' in the car My dick wanna fuck but my pockets say stop Not 'cause they empty I'm just greedy for somemo' I need some mo'
come back again My ski's is immaculate, my paper stackin' keep trackin' I'm mackin' yo slackin', reaction makes y'all dicks grin I'm mo' better than gold diggers with figures Mo
meat to minces, jokes turn to flinches When I rain I drenches, cleared your park benches Missed you by pinches, your talk is senseless Actor needs chiropractor
style, T.B.S. Thug isn't yo crew I'll download, I'm downloadin' What the fuck gangsta are you? So check it in style, T.B.S. Thug isn't yo crew [Bigg
niggaz barkin?, want more beef You like a nigga wit no guns, you gets no piece And when it comes to money my shit is obese Like della reece, I need celery Mo
that shitted with 3-1-2-7-6-2-10 Three line connection As the rest of them wanted affection Just bring the weed, we got the drinks you need And plus
and quit, I won't treat you wrong Let's go to the mo tonight and let's sip a little mo' tonight Girl don't say no tonight, you need to give me some
