[Chorus]
(Woof) Bark like you want it (Woof), bark like you want it, baby
(Woof) Bark like you want it (Woof), bark like you want it, baby
(Woof) Bark like you want it (Woof), bark like you want it, baby
(Woof) Bark like you want it (Woof), bark like you want it, baby
[Verse 1]
Big man is back, oh no, it's a brand new flow
Lettin' you Jakes and females know
Ain't a damn thing changed and I still got dough
Still gettin' watched by po-po
You know what a flow like, never grab a ol' mic
Never been down wit the slow life
Baby, I'm a low life, lookin' for the right type
To get it goin' on for the whole night
King of the backside, look at my rep
One of these West Coast vets
Known to lay bone and make miniskirts moan
Young hottie got me sittin' like stone
So, I'm at the Magic City
So many freaks in one spot, I'm dizzy
I'm a playa, so you know I wanna play
It ain't nothin' like the city Black-lanta, GA
Now, I start lookin' through the mist
Swangin' my game like this
What's up with the table poppin'?
Fine, 5'9", and I'm jockin'
But the girl won't dance
And I pitch me a tent, 'bout to wet my pants
She got body for days but the girl won't flaunt it
(You better bark like you want it)
(Woof) Bark like you want it (Woof), bark like you want it, baby
(Woof) Bark like you want it (Woof), bark like you want it, baby
(Woof) Bark like you want it (Woof), bark like you want it, baby
(Woof) Bark like you want it (Woof), bark like you want it, baby
[Verse 1]
Big man is back, oh no, it's a brand new flow
Lettin' you Jakes and females know
Ain't a damn thing changed and I still got dough
Still gettin' watched by po-po
You know what a flow like, never grab a ol' mic
Never been down wit the slow life
Baby, I'm a low life, lookin' for the right type
To get it goin' on for the whole night
King of the backside, look at my rep
One of these West Coast vets
Known to lay bone and make miniskirts moan
Young hottie got me sittin' like stone
So, I'm at the Magic City
So many freaks in one spot, I'm dizzy
I'm a playa, so you know I wanna play
It ain't nothin' like the city Black-lanta, GA
Now, I start lookin' through the mist
Swangin' my game like this
What's up with the table poppin'?
Fine, 5'9", and I'm jockin'
But the girl won't dance
And I pitch me a tent, 'bout to wet my pants
She got body for days but the girl won't flaunt it
(You better bark like you want it)
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