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CHORUS


When I call upon Your name
The very atmosphere will have to change
We'll be transformed
We'll never be the same
By the power of Your Holy name
My name's Coby Dick
Mr. Dick if you're nasty
Rock a mic with a voice that's raspy
'Cause I'm poetic in my operations
My God-given talent is
of yall
and if ya Immature than Im out the door
I'm on fire gettin head by the
Harlem Boys Choir.

Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R & B dick
(dreams
[Chorus]
Sittin back 
Gettin my dick sucked, gettin my dick sucked
Sittin back 
Gettin my dick sucked, by da neighbahood hoe

[Repeat X1]

Sittin
There's somethin' I want to say
Try and understand
There's another in my life
He's my lover and I'm your wife

You, me and he
What we gonna do,
of yall
and if ya Immature than Im out the door
I'm on fire gettin head by the
Harlem Boys Choir.

Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R & B dick
(dreams
"Sixth Sense-d" em
Don't mention my name and lames in the same sentence
You see I'm so thorough, take on your whole borough
Be so careful I hear
touch 
First find a mate 
Second find a place 
Third find a bag, to hide the ho face 
Real name rover 
I said bend over 
I started to knock, then
hard for me to stay away
But if this is how it has to be
Maybe it's just a feeling
That I could name
But I'd probably best blame...impatience
You
Friday" two milli, "Super Bass" triple plat'
When you see me on Ellen, just admit that I'm winning
Do a show for Versace, they request me by name
And if
touch 
First find a mate 
Second find a place 
Third find a bag, to hide the ho face 
Real name rover 
I said bend over 
I started to knock, then
ain't fuck, then you ain't get your dick wet
I see your little chain
I see your little dreads, tryin' to be a Lil Wayne, shit
I used to wanna be a little
Most niggas is cowards
Hide behind the record like a shield
Mention my name and you gon’ get killed
Blood spilled for real
You niggas better chill,
and inner sin
Which trap the sinners in, to sell such in Sing-Sing
I bring Grym tidings, tidal-ed/titled your wave all not exciting
Stop riding the dick
to have it
I said just forget it
Its too crabby
Know a little freak in hollywood
Sucks on dick
Does it real good
She'll give you money
Fill up your
the border
Only to prolong they slaughter
I'm off the hook, unplugged, outta order
Coming up with shit you never thought of
And if you girl suck dick good
and skinny jeans and shit. Call me on Shaniqua's phone

I been A-1 since day one, you niggas boo boo
Your home boy, your block that you're from, boo boo
Lil
and I ain't even heard it
Never mention homie's name 'cause he ain't worth it
Thought about a charm cause I felt like splurging
Showed my jeweler love
Here's an oldie but goodie
Hit it
Excuse me
What?
Can I have your attention?
Mn-hmm
There's just a few things that I've got to mention (Uh-huh)
defender
You're my Savior and my friend
By Your grace I live and breathe
To worship You

At the mention of Your greatness
In Your Name I will bow down
now scream my name out
Do you want it fast or shall I hit it slow?
Not to mention, the multiple positions I inflict
A boss playa, freaky motherfucker,
hoes about to cry 
Ms. myspace don't blow my high 
I download hard dick to your hard drive 
Den she got on her knees and soon we locked eyes 
She
a fifth of that rum
Divide it with the hunger
Times it with the times you fronted on my shit, on my dick
If one of them lines stick to your brain
You now
started off local but thanks to all the haters,
I know G4 pilots on a first name basis,
And your city faded off to brown, Nino,
She insists she got more
never stay
Smoke blunts but leave them stunts up to Super Dave
I'll be your nigga, as long as we can understand
That I's the nigga whose spoke coke can