(feat. KLC)



[KLC]

Yeah (yeah)

Three niggas in the broad.

Serv did his side of the story so I guess I'm gonna.

And it go a little somethin like this.



Once upon a time not long ago

Bumped into my cuz in the commotion show

Bro trippin' with the broads in the Bayou classic

Eyes do the problem, make you stop in Dallas

Low and behold, we hit the club called spot

Ten minutes on the scene and I hear about three shots

Scared as the pluckem checkin' around for blood

Hoping none of these slugs hit one of my bruds

So my cousin stops me at the aftermath

Gold teeth shinin' like a psychopath

He was looking for some beats so he could pull a keeper

I'm like "Hell yeah, let's make some paper"



[Chorus: Mo B. Dick]

Bitches call me Mo B, niggas call me Dick

You may call me crazy or you may call my silly

I am just a gangster who likes to rock the mic

Promising you haters, I'll shoot your ass tonight



[KLC]

Yo Dick, you wanna know some funny shit?

I'll be worked for three niggas in the broads.

And locked five niggas in the pound.

Bumpin' down this platinum shit.

Now let 'em know what happen after that broad got shot.



So I fly out to Cali to persue my dream

All I had was twenty dollars and a drum machine

But I wasn't even trippin' cause I'm had like that

Serv and C picked me up in the Cadillac

Now it's off to K-Lou's so we can get shit started

Dropped Fuck Them hoes with my first recording

Puttin' in work every ten that day

All day every day, that's how we make that pay

Move back to the booths so we can touch our roots

Eat red beans and rice and coffee stew

Say what you want, but this is who I be

Tank Dogg, No Limit, DPGC



[Chorus: Mo B. Dick]

Bitches call me Mo B, niggas call me Dick

You may call me crazy or you may call my silly

I am just a gangster who likes to rock the mic

Promising you haters, I'll shoot your ass tonight



[KLC]

Yeah, Mo B. Dick, KL.

The Pound, Craig B, O'Dell, Los.

We in here, No Limit 2000. We out.